"But sadly I will wend my way,
And sadly I will cross the sea,
And sadly will with grief and shame
Return unto my own countrie."
"Oh, never, never, Susie Pye,
Oh, never more shall you leave me;
This night you'll be my wedded wife,
And lady of my lands so free."
Syne up then spake the bride's mother,
She ne'er before did speak so free,—
"You'll not forsake my dear daughter,
For sake of her from Pagandie."
"Take home, take home your daughter dear,
She's not a pin the worse of me;
She came to me on horseback riding,
But shall go back in a coach and three."
Lord Beichan got ready another wedding,
And sang, with heart brimful of glee,—
"Oh, I'll range no more in foreign lands,
Since Susie Pye has cross'd the sea."
Old Ballad.
The Gay Gos-hawk
"O well is me, my gay gos-hawk,
That you can speak and flee;
For you can carry a love-letter
To my true love frae me."
"O how can I carry a letter to her,
Or how should I her know?
I bear a tongue ne'er wi' her spak',
And eyes that ne'er her saw."
"The white o' my love's skin is white
As down o' dove or maw;
The red o' my love's cheek is red
As blood that's spilt on snaw.