A ring she from her finger broke,
And half of it to him gave she,—
"Keep it, to mind you of the maid
Who out of prison set you free."
She had him put on good shipboard,
That he might safely cross the main;
Then said, "Adieu! my Christian lord,
I fear we ne'er may meet again."
Lord Beichan turn'd him round about,
And lowly, lowly bent his knee;
"Ere seven years are come and gone,
I'll take you to my own countrie."
But Susie Pye cou'd get no rest,
Nor day nor night cou'd happy be;
For something whisper'd in her breast,
"Lord Beichan will prove false to thee."
So she set foot on good shipboard,
Well mann'd and fitted gallantlie;
She bade adieu to her father's towers,
And left behind her own countrie.
Then she sailed west, and she sailed north,
She sailed far o'er the salt sea faem;
And after many weary days,
Unto fair England's shore she came.
Then she went to Lord Beichan's gate,
And she tirl'd gently at the pin,
And ask'd—"Is this Lord Beichan's hall,
And is that noble lord within?"
The porter ready answer made,—
"Oh yes, this is Lord Beichan's hall;
And he is also here within,
With bride and guests assembled all."
"And has he betroth'd another love,
And has he quite forgotten me,
To whom he plighted his love and troth,
When from prison I did him free?
"Bear to your lord, ye proud porter,
This parted ring, the plighted token
Of mutual love, and mutual vows,
By him, alas! now falsely broken.