8
'Gin a lady wad borrow me,
I at her foot wad run;
An a widdow wad borrow me,
I wad become her son.
9
'But an a maid wad borrow me,
I wad wed her wi a ring;
I wad make her lady of haas and bowers,
An of the high towers of Line.'
10
Saftly, [saftly] gaed she but,
An saftlly gaed she ben,
It was na for want of hose nor shoon,
Nor time to pet them on.
11
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
An she has staen the keys of the prison,
An latten Young Beachen gang.
12
She gae him a leaf of her white bread,
An a bottle of her wine,
She bad him mind on the lady's love
That freed him out of pine.
13
She gae him a steed was guid in need,
A saddle of the bane,
Five hundred pown in his pocket,
Bad him gae speeding hame.
14
An a leash of guid grayhounds,
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. . . . . . .
15
Whan seven lang years were come and gane,
Shusie Pay thought lang,
An she is on to fair London,
As fast as she could gang.
16
Whan she cam to Young Beachen's gate,
. . . . . . .
'Is Young Beachan at hame,
Or is he in this countrie?'
17
'He is at hame, is hear,' they said,
. . . . . . .
An sighan says her Susie Pay,
Has he quite forgotten me?