His mother she had died o' sorrow,85
And a' his brothers were dead but he;
His lands they a' were lying waste,
In ruins were his castles free.
Na porter there stood at his yett
Na human creature he could see,90
Except the screeching owls and bats,
Had he to bear him companie.
But gowd will gar the castles grow,
And he had gowd and jewels free;
And soon the pages around him thrang'd,95
To serve him on their bended knee.
His hall was hung wi' silk and satin,
His table rung wi' mirth and glee;
He soon forgot the lady fair,
That lows'd him out o' slaverie.100
Lord Beichan courted a lady gay,
To heir wi' him his lands sae free,
Ne'er thinking that a lady fair
Was on her way frae Grand Turkie.
For Susie Pye could get na rest,105
Nor day nor nicht could happy be,
Still thinking on the Scottish Lord,
Till she was sick and like to dee.
But she has builded a bonnie ship,
Weel mann'd wi' seamen o' hie degree;110
And secretly she stept on board,
And bid adieu to her ain countrie.
But whan she cam to the Scottish shore,
The bells were ringing sae merrilie;
It was Lord Beichan's wedding day,115
Wi' a lady fair o' hie degree.
But sic a vessel was never seen;
The very masts were tapp'd wi' gold;
Her sails were made o' the satin fine,
Maist beautiful for to behold.120