XXXIII
‘O have ye ta’en another bride,
And have ye quite forsaken me?
And have ye clean forgotten her
That gave you life and libertie?’
XXXIV
She’s lookèd over her left shoulder
To hide the tears stood in her e’e;
‘Now fare-thee-well, Young Beichan,’ she says—
‘I’ll strive to think no more on thee.’
XXXV
‘O never, never, Susie Pye,
For surely this can never be,
That ever I shall wed but her
That’s done and dreed[331] so much for me!’
XXXVI
Then up bespake the bride’s mother—
She never was heard to speak so free:
‘Ye’ll not forsake my only daughter,
Though Susie Pye has cross’d the sea.’
XXXVII
‘Take home, take home your daughter, madam,
She’s never a bit the worse for me;
For saving a kiss of her bonny lips
Of your daughter’s body I am free.’