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Child vol ii	A
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In London city was Bicham born	B
He longd strange countries for to see	C
But he was taen by a savage Moor	D
Who handld him right cruely	E
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For thro his shoulder he put a bore	F
An thro the bore has pitten a tree	C
And he's gard him draw the carts o wine	G
Where horse and oxen had wont to be	C
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He's casten him in a dungeon deep	H
Where he coud neither hear nor see	C
He's shut him up in a prison strong	I
An he's handld him right cruely	E
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O this Moor he had but ae daughter	J
I wot her name was Shusy Pye	K
She's doen her to the prison house	L
And she's calld young Bicham one word by	K
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O hae ye ony lands or rents	M
Or citys in your ain country	C
Coud free you out of prison strong	I
An coud maintain a lady free	C
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O London city is my own	N
An other citys twa or three	C
Coud loose me out o prison strong	I
An could maintain a lady free	C
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O she has bribed her father's men	O
Wi meikle goud and white money	C
She's gotten the key o the prison doors	P
And she has set Young Bicham free	C
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She's gi'n him a loaf o good white bread	Q
But an a flask o Spanish wine	G
An she bad him mind on the ladie's love	R
That sae kindly freed him out o pine	G
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Go set your foot on good ship board	S
An haste you back to your ain country	C
An before that seven years has an end	T
Come back again love and marry me	C
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It was long or seven years had an end	T
She longd fu sair her love to see	C
She's set her foot on good ship board	S
An turnd her back on her ain country	C
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She's saild up so has she down	U
Till she came to the other side	V
She's landed at Young Bicham's gates	W
An I hop this day she sal be his bride	V
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Is this Young Bicham's gates says she	C
Or is that noble prince within	X
He's up the stair wi his bonny bride	V
An monny a lord and lady wi him	Y
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O has he taen a bonny bride	V
An has he clean forgotten me	C
An sighing said that gay lady	C
I wish I were in my ain country	C
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She's pitten her ban in her pocket	Z
An gin the porter guineas three	C
Says Take ye that ye proud porter	J
An bid the bridegroom speak to me	C
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O whan the porter came up the stair	A2
He's fa'n low down upon his knee	C
Won up won up ye proud porter	J
And what makes a' this courtesy	C
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O I've been porter at your gates	W
This mair nor seven years an three	C
But there is a lady at them now	B2
The like of whom I never did see	C
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For on every finger she has a ring	C2
An on the mid finger she has three	C
An there's as meikle goud aboon her brow	B2
As woud buy an earldom o lan to me	C
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Then up it started Young Bicham	C
An sware so loud by Our Lady	C
It can be nane but Shusy Pye	K
That has come oor the sea to me	C
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O quickly ran he down the stair	A2
O fifteen steps he has made but three	C
He's tane his bonny love in his arms	D2
An a wot he kissd her tenderly	C
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O hae you tane a bonny bride	V
An hae you quite forsaken me	C
An hae ye quite forgotten her	J
That gae you life an liberty	C
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She's lookit oer her left shoulder	J
To hide the tears stood in her ee	C
Now fare thee well Young Bicham she says	E2
I'll strive to think nae mair on thee	C
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Take back your daughter madam he says	E2
An a double dowry I'll gie her wi	F2
For I maun marry my first true love	R
That's done and suffered so much for me	C
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He's tak his bonny love by the han	G2
And led her to yon fountain stane	G2
He's changed her name frae Shusy Pye	K
An he's cald her his bonny love Lady Jane	G2

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