XVIII
‘O they are a’ Lord Beichan’s sheep,
And they are a’ Lord Beichan’s kye,
And they are a’ Lord Beichan’s castles
That you so often do pass by.
XIX
‘O there’s a wedding in yonder ha’,
Has lasted thirty days and three;
Lord Beichan will not bed wi’ his bride
For love of one that’s ’yond the sea.’
XX
When she came to Young Beichan’s gate
She tirlèd[329] softly at the pin;
So ready was the proud portèr
To open and let this lady in.
XXI
‘Is this Young Beichan’s gates?’ she says,
‘Or is that noble lord within?’—
‘He’s up the stairs wi’ his bonny bride,
For this is the day o’ his weddin’.’—
XXII
‘O has he taken a bonny bride,
And has he clean forgotten me?’
And sighing said that ladye gay,
‘I wish I were in my own countrie!’