And spices on his fair bodie.
They’ve casten him in a dungeon deep,
Where he could neither hear nor see;
For seven years they kept him there,
Till he for hunger’s like to die.
This Moor he had but ae daughter,
Her name was called Susie Pye;
And every day as she took the air,
Near Beichan’s prison she passed by.
O so it fell, upon a day