Lord Beichan and Susie Pye- Kinloch 1827 Child H
[Below is Kinloch text. These corrections were noted to Child's text:
H. 4[3. carts and wains for carts o wine of A 23, B 23, We have wine in H 43, 133, and wine is in all likelihood original.
Christie, I, 31, abridges this version, making "a few slight alterations from the way he had heard it sung:" these, and one or two more.
2[4, wadna bend nor bow.
7[1, The Moor he had.
25[1. But Beichan courted.
Lord Beichan and Susie Pye- Version H; Child 53 Young Beichan
Kinloch's Ancient Scottish Ballads, p. 260.
1 Young Beichan was in London born,
He was a man of hie degree;
He past thro monie kingdoms great,
Until he cam unto Grand Turkie.
2 He viewd the fashions of that land,
Their way of worship viewed he,
But unto onie of their stocks
He wadna sae much as bow a knee:
3 Which made him to be taken straight,
And brought afore their hie jurie;
The savage Moor did speak upricht,
And made him meikle ill to dree.
4 In ilka shoulder they've bord a hole,
And in ilka hole they've put a tree;
They've made him to draw carts and wains,
Till he was sick and like to dee.
5 But Young Beichan was a Christian born,
And still a Christian was he;
Which made them put him in prison strang,
And cauld and hunger sair to dree,
And fed on nocht but bread and water,
Until the day that he mot dee.
6 In this prison there grew a tree,
And it was unco stout and strang,
Where he was chained by the middle,
Until his life was almaist gane.
7 The savage Moor had but ae dochter,
And her name it was Susie Pye,
And ilka day as she took the air,
The prison door she passed bye.
8 But it fell ance upon a day,
As she was walking, she heard him sing;
She listend to his tale of woe,
A happy day for Young Beichan!
9 'My hounds they all go masterless,
My hawks they flee frae tree to tree,
My youngest brother will heir my lands,
My native land I'll never see.'
10 'O were I but the prison-keeper,
As I'm a ladie o hie degree,
I soon wad set this youth at large,
And send him to his ain countrie.'
11 She went away into her chamber,
All nicht she never closd her ee;
And when the morning begoud to dawn,
At the prison door alane was she.
12 She gied the keeper a piece of gowd,
And monie pieces o white monie,
To tak her thro the bolts and bars,
The lord frae Scotland she langd to see;
She saw young Beichan at the stake,
Which made her weep maist bitterlie.
13 'O hae ye got onie lands,' she says,
'Or castles in your ain countrie?
It's what wad ye gie to the ladie fair
Wha out o prison wad set you free?'
14 'It's I hae houses, and I hae lands,
Wi monie castles fair to see,
And I wad gie a' to that ladie gay,
Wha out o prison wad set me free.'
15 The keeper syne brak aff his chains,
And set Lord Beichan at libertie;
She filld his pockets baith wi gowd,
To tak him till his ain countrie.
16 She took him frae her father's prison,
And gied to him the best o wine,
And a brave health she drank to him:
'I wish, Lord Beichan, ye were mine!
17 'It's seven lang years I'll mak a vow,
And seven lang years I'll keep it true;
If ye'll wed wi na ither woman,
It's I will wed na man but you.'
18 She's tane him to her father's port,
And gien to him a ship o fame:
'Farewell, farewell, my Scottish lord,
I fear I'll neer see you again.'
19 Lord Beichan turnd him round about,
And lowly, lowly loutit he:
'Ere seven lang years come to an end,
I'll tak you to mine ain countrie.'
* * * * *
20 Then whan he cam to Glosgow town,
A happy, happy man was he;
The ladies a' around him thrangd,
To see him come frae slaverie.
21 His mother she had died o sorrow,
And a' his brothers were dead but he;
His lands they a' were lying waste,
In ruins were his castles free.
22 Na porter there stood at his yett,
Na human creature he could see,
Except the screeching owls and bats,
Had he to bear him companie.
23 But gowd will gar the castles grow,
And he had gowd and jewels free,
And soon the pages around him thrangd,
To serve him on their bended knee.
24 His hall was hung wi silk and satin,
His table rung wi mirth and glee,
He soon forgot the lady fair
That lowsd him out o slaverie.
25 Lord Beichan courted a lady gay,
To heir wi him his lands sae free,
Neer thinking that a lady fair
Was on her way frae Grand Turkie.
26 For Susie Pye could get na rest,
Nor day nor nicht could happy be,
Still thinking on the Scottish lord,
Till she was sick and like to dee.
27 But she has builded a bonnie ship,
Weel mannd wi seamen o hie degree,
And secretly she stept on board,
And bid adieu to her ain countrie.
28 But whan she cam to the Scottish shore,
The bells were ringing sae merrilie;
It was Lord Beichan's wedding day,
Wi a lady fair o hie degree.
29 But sic a vessel was never seen;
The very masts were tappd wi gold,
Her sails were made o the satin fine,
Maist beautiful for to behold.
30 But whan the lady cam on shore,
Attended wi her pages three,
Her shoon were of the beaten gowd,
And she a lady of great beautie.
31 Then to the skipper she did say,
'Can ye this answer gie to me?
Where are Lord Beichan's lands sae braid?
He surely lives in this countrie.'
32 Then up bespak the skipper bold,
For he could speak the Turkish tongue:
'Lord Beichan lives not far away;
This is the day of his wedding.'
33 'If ye will guide me to Beichan's yetts,
I will ye well reward,' said she;
Then she and all her pages went,
A very gallant companie.
34 When she cam to Lord Beichan's yetts,
She tirld gently at the pin;
Sae ready was the proud porter
To let the wedding guests come in.
35 'Is this Lord Beichan's house,' she says,
'Or is that noble lord within?'
'Yes, he is gane into the hall,
With his brave bride and monie ane.'
36 'Ye'll bid him send me a piece of bread,
Bot and a cup of his best wine;
And bid him mind the lady's love
That ance did lowse him out o pyne.'
37 Then in and cam the porter bold,
I wat he gae three shouts and three:
'The fairest lady stands at your yetts
That ever my twa een did see.'
38 Then up bespak the bride's mither,
I wat an angry woman was she:
'You micht hae excepted our bonnie bride,
Tho she'd been three times as fair as she.'
39 'My dame, your daughter's fair enough,
And aye the fairer mot she be!
But the fairest time that eer she was,
She'll na compare wi this ladie.
40 'She has a gowd ring on ilka finger,
And on her mid-finger she has three;
She has as meikle gowd upon her head
As wad buy an earldom o land to thee.
41 'My lord, she begs some o your bread,
Bot and a cup o your best wine,
And bids you mind the lady's love
That ance did lowse ye out o pyne.'
42 Then up and started Lord Beichan,
I wat he made the table flee:
'I wad gie a' my yearlie rent
'Twere Susie Pye come owre the sea.'
43 Syne up bespak the bride's mother,
She was never heard to speak sae free:
'Ye'll no forsake my ae dochter,
Tho Susie Pye has crossd the sea?'
44 'Tak hame, tak hame, your dochter, madam,
For she is neer the waur o me;
She cam to me on horseback riding,
And she sall gang hame in chariot free.'
45 He's tane Susie Pye by the milk-white hand,
And led her thro his halls sae hie:
'Ye're now Lord Beichan's lawful wife,
And thrice ye're welcome unto me.'
46 Lord Beichan prepard for another wedding,
Wi baith their hearts sae fu o glee;
Says, 'I'll range na mair in foreign lands,
Sin Susie Pye has crossd the sea.
47 'Fy! gar a' our cooks mak ready,
And fy! gar a' our pipers play,
And fy! gar trumpets gae thro the toun,
That Lord Beichan's wedded twice in a day!'
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From: Ancient Scottish ballads: recovered from tradition; edited by George Ritchie Kinloch 1827
LORD BEICHAN AND SUSIE PYE
Another version of this ballad, differing considerably from the present, will be found in Mr. Jumiesons Collection, vol. 2, p. 17.
Young Beichan was in London born,
He was a man of hie degree;
He past thro' monie kingdoms great,
Until he cam unto Grand Turkie.
He view'd the fashions of that land,
Their way of worship viewed he;
But unto onie of their stocks[1]
He wadna sae much as bow a knee:
Which made him to be taken straight,
And brought afore their hie jurie;
The savage Moor did speak upricht,
And made him meikle ill to dree.
In ilka shoulder they've bor'd a hole,
And in ilka hole they've put a tree;
They've made him to draw carts and wains,
Till he was sick and like to dee.
But young Beichan was a Christian born,
And still a Christian was he;
Which made them put him in prison strang,
And cauld and hunger sair to dree;
And fed on nocht but bread and water,
Until the day that he mot[2] dee.
In this prison there grew a tree,
And it was unco stout and strang;
Where he was chained by the middle,
Until his life was almaist gane.
The savage Moor had but ae dochter,
And her name it was Susie Pye;
And ilka day as she took the air,
The prison door she passed bye.
But it fell ance upon a day,
As she was walking, she heard him sing;
She listen'd to his tale of woe,
A happy day for young Beichan!
"My hounds they all go masterless,
My hawks they flee frae tree to tree,
My youngest brother will heir my lands,
My native land I'll never see."
"O were I but the prison-keeper,
As I'm a ladie o' hie degree,
I soon wad set this youth at large,
And send him to his ain countrie."
She went away into her chamber,
All nicht she never clos'd her ee;
And when the morning begoud to dawn,
At the prison door alane was she.
She gied the keeper a piece of gowd,
And monie pieces o' white monie,
To tak her thro' the bolts and bars,
The lord frae Scotland she lang'd to see:
She saw young Beichan at the stake,
Which made her weep maist bitterlie.
" O hae ye got onie lands," she says,
"Or castles in your ain countrie?
It's what wad ye gie to the ladie fair
Wha out o' prison wad set you free?"
"It's I hae houses, and I hae lands,
Wi' monie castles fair to see,
And I wad gie a' to that ladie gay,
Wha out o' prison wad set me free."
The keeper syne brak aff his chains,
And set Lord Beichan at libertie:—
She fill'd his pockets baith wi' gowd,
To tak him till his ain countrie.
She took him frae her father's prison,
And gied to him the best o' wine;
And a brave health she drank to him,—
"I wish, Lord Beichan, ye were mine!
It's seven lang years I'll mak a vow,
And seven lang years I'll keep it true;
If ye'll wed wi' na ither woman,
It's I will wed na man but you."
She's tane him to her father's port,
And gien to him a ship o' fame,—
" Farewell, farewell, my Scottish lord,
I fear I'll ne'er see you again."
Lord Beichan turn'd him round about,
And lowly, lowly, loutit[3] he:—
"Ere seven lang years come to an end,
I'll tak you to mine ain countrie."
Then whan he' cam to Glasgow town,
A happy, happy, man was he;
The ladies a' around him thrang'd,
To see him come frae slaverie.
His mother she had died o' sorrow,
And a' his brothers were dead but he;
His lands they a' were lying waste,
In ruins were his castles free.
Na porter there stood at his yett;
Na human creature he could see;
Except the screeching owls and bats,
Had he to bear him companie.
But gowd will gar the castles grow,
And he had gowd and jewels free;
And soon the pages around him thrang'd,
To serve him on their bended knee.
His hall was hung wi' silk and satin,
His table rung wi' mirth and glee;
He soon forgot the lady fair,
That lows'd him out o' slaverie.
Lord Beichan courted a lady gay,
To heir wi' him his lands sae free,
Ne'er thinking that a lady fair
Was on her way frae Grand Turkie.
For Susie Pyc could get na rest,
Nor day nor nicht could happy be,
Still thinking on the Scottish Lord,
Till she was sick and like to dee.
But she has builded a bonnie ship,
Weel mann'd wi' seamen o' hie degree;
And secretly she stept on board,
And bid adieu to her ain countrie.
But whan she cam to the Scottish shore,
The bells were ringing sae merrilie;
It was Lord Beichan's wedding day,
Wi' a lady fair o' hie degree.
But sic a vessel was never seen,
The very masts were tapp'd wi' gold!
Her sails were made o' the satin fine,
Maist beautiful for to behold.
But whan the lady cam on shore,
Attended wi' her pages three,
Her shoon were of the beaten gowd,
And she a lady of great beautie.
loutit=bowed down
Then to the skipper she did say,
" Can ye this answer gie to me—
Where are Lord Beichan's lands sae braid?
He surely lives in this countrie."
Then up bespak the skipper bold,
(For he could speak the Turkish tongue,)—
" Lord Beichan lives not far away,
This is the day of his wedding."
" If ye will guide me to Beichan's yetts,
I will ye well reward," said she,—
Then she and all her pages went,
A very gallant companie.
When she cam to Lord Beichan's yetts,
She tirl'd gently at the pin,
Sae ready was the proud porter
To let the wedding guests come in.
" Is this Lord Beichan's house," she says,
Or is that noble Lord within?"
" Yes, he is gane into the hall,
With his brave bride, and monie ane."
" Ye'll bid him send me a piece of bread,
Bot and a cup of his best wine;
And bid him mind the lady's love
That ance did lowse him out o' pyne."[4]
Then in and cam the porter bold,
I wat he gae three shouts and three,— " The fairest lady stands at your yetts, That ever my twa een did see."
Then up bespak the bride's mither, I wat an angry woman was she,— " You micht hae excepted our bonnie bride, Tho' she'd been three times as fair as she."
" My dame, your daughter's fair enough,
And aye the fairer mot she be! But the fairest time that e'er she was,
She'll na compare wi' this ladie.
She has a gowd ring on ilka finger,
And on her mid-finger she has three;
She has as meikle gowd upon her head,
As wad buy an Earldom o' land to thee.
My lord, she begs some o' your bread,
Bot and a cup o' your best wine,
And bids you mind the lady's love
That ance did lowse ye out o' pyne."
Then up and started Lord Beichan,
I wat he made the table flee,— " I wad gie a' my yearlie rent
'Twere Susie Pye come owre the sea."
Syne up bespak the bride's mother,—
She was never heard to speak sae free,— " Ye'll no forsake my ae dochter,
Tho' Susie Pye has cross'd the sea?"
" Tak hame, tak hame, your dochter, madam,
For she is ne'er the waur o' me; She cam to me on horseback riding,
And she sall gang hame in chariot free."
He's tane Susie Pye by the milk-white hand, And led her thro' his halls sae hie,—
" Ye're now Lord Beichan's lawful wife,
And thrice ye're welcome unto me."
Lord Beichan prepar'd for another wedding,
Wi' baith their hearts sae fu' o' glee;—
Says, " I'll range na mair in foreign lands,
Sin Susie Pye has cross'd the sea.
Fy!*gar a' our cooks mak ready;
And fy! gar a' our pipers play;
And fy! gar trumpets gae thro' the toun,
That Lord Beichan's wedded twice in a day!"
Footnotes:
1. Stocks= objects of idolatry.
2. mot=might
3. Loutit=
4. lowse him out o' pyne= released him out of prison
fy=haste