LXVII
Thus was the feast ended with joy and delight,
A bridegroom most happy then was the young Knight,
In joy and felicitie long livèd he,
All with his fair lady, the pretty Bessee.
[164. The Loving Ballad of Lord Bateman]
A Broadside Version of ‘Young Beichan’
I
Lord Bateman was a noble lord,
A noble lord of high degree;
He shipp’d himself all aboard of a ship,
Some foreign country for to see.
II
He sailèd east, he sailèd west,
Until he came to famed Turkey,
Where he was taken and put to prison,
Until his life was quite weary.