I wot she opend two or three,
Ere she could come young Beichan at,
He was locked up so curiouslie.
But when she came young Beichan before,
Sore wonderd he that may to see;
He took her for some fair captive;—
“Fair Lady, I pray, of what countrie?”
“O have ye any lands,” she said,
“Or castles in your own countrie,
That ye could give to a lady fair,