And as mickle gold aboon her brow
As would buy an earldom o' Lan' to me."
Then up it started Young Beichan,
An' swear so loud by our Lady,
"It can be nane but Susie Pye,
That has come o'er the sea to me.
(win up, get up.)
And quickly ran he down the stair;
Of fifteen steps he has made but three;
He's ta'en his bonny love in his arms,