XXVIII
‘My dame, your daughter’s fair enough,
And aye the fairer mote she be!
But the fairest time that ever she was,
She’ll no compare wi’ this ladye.
XXIX
‘For on every finger she has a ring,
And on the mid-finger she has three,
And as mickle gold she has on her brow
’Would buy an earldome o’ land to me.
XXX
‘And this golden ring that’s broken in twa,
She sends the half o’ this golden ring,
And bids you speak with a lady fair,
That out o’ prison did you bring.’
XXXI
Then up and started Young Beichan
And sware so loud by Our Ladye,
‘It can be none but Susie Pye,
That has come over the sea to me!
XXXII
O quickly ran he down the stair,
Of fifteen steps he made but three;
He’s ta’en his bonny love in his arms
And kiss’d and kiss’d her tenderlie.