“The like was never in this countrie.
“There is a wedding in yonder hall,
Has lasted these thirty days and three;
Young Beichan will not wed his bride,
For love of one that’s yond the sea.”
She’s put her hand in her pocket,
Gi’en him the gold and white monie;
“Hae, take ye that, my bonny boy,
For the good news thou tell’st to me.”
When she came to young Beichan’s gate,