She's saild up, so has she doun, Till she came to the other side; She's landed at Young Bicham's gates, An I hop this day she sal be his bride. "Is this Young Bicham's gates?" says she, "Or is that noble prince within?" "He's up the stairs wi his bonny bride, An monny a lord and lady wi him." "O has he taen a bonny bride, An has he clean forgotten me!" An sighing said that gay lady, I wish I were in my ain country! But she's pitten her han in her pocket, An gin the porter guineas three; Says, Take ye that, ye proud porter, An bid the bridegroom speak to me. O whan the porter came up the stair, He's fa'n low down upon his knee: "Won up, won up, ye proud porter, An what makes a' this courtesy?" "O I've been porter at your gates This mair nor seven years an three, But there is a lady at them now The like of whom I never did see. "For on every finger she has a ring, An on the mid-finger she has three, An there's a meikle goud aboon her brow As woud buy an earldome o lan to me." Then up it started Young Bicham, An sware so loud by Our Lady, "It can be nane but Shusy Pye, That has come oer the sea to me." O quickly ran he down the stair, O fifteen steps he has made but three; He's tane his bonny love in his arms, An a wot he kissd her tenderly. "O hae you tane a bonny bride? An hae you quite forsaken me? An hae ye quite forgotten her That gae you life an liberty? " She's lookit oer her left shoulder To hide the tears stood in her ee; "Now fare thee well, Young Bicham," she says, "I'll strive to think nae mair on thee." "Take back your daughter, madam," he says, "An a double dowry I'll gi her wi; For I maun marry my first true love, That's done and suffered so much for me." He's take his bonny love by the ban, And led her to yon fountain stane; He's changd her name frae Shusy Pye, An he's cald her his bonny love, Lady Jane. [Illustration] BRAVE LORD WILLOUGHBEY The fifteenth day of July, With glistering spear and shield, A famous fight in Flanders Was foughten in the field: The most couragious officers Were English captains three; But the bravest man in battel Was brave Lord Willoughbèy. The next was Captain Norris, A valiant man was hee: The other Captain Turner, From field would never flee. With fifteen hundred fighting men, Alas! there were no more, They fought with fourteen thousand then, Upon the bloody shore. Stand to it, noble pikemen, And look you round about: And shoot you right, you bow-men, And we will keep them out: You musquet and callìver men, Do you prove true to me, I'le be the formost man in fight, Says brave Lord Willoughbèy.