Out she ran into the night, And down the dowie den; The strength that was in Clyde's water Wad drown five hundred men. She stepped in to her ankle, She stepped free and bold; "Ohone, alas!" said that ladye, "This water is wondrous cold." The second step that she waded, She waded to the knee; Says she, "I'd fain wade farther in, If I my love could see." The neistan step that she waded, She waded to the chin; 'Twas a whirlin' pot o' Clyde's water She got sweet Willie in. "O ye've had a cruel mither, Willie! And I have had anither; But we shall sleep in Clyde's water Like sister and like brither." * * * * * YOUNG BEICHAN. In London was young Beichan born, He longed strange countries for to see, But he was ta'en by a savage Moor, Who handled him right cruellie. For he viewed the fashions of that land, Their way of worship viewed he, But to Mahound or Termagant Would Beichan never bend a knee. So in every shoulder they've putten a bore, In every bore they've putten a tree, And they have made him trail the wine And spices on his fair bodie. They've casten him in a dungeon deep, Where he could neither hear nor see, For seven years they've kept him there, Till he for hunger's like to dee. This Moor he had but ae daughter, Her name was called Susie Pye, And every day as she took the air, Near Beichan's prison she passed by. And so it fell upon a day, About the middle time of Spring, As she was passing by that way, She heard young Beichan sadly sing. All night long no rest she got, Young Beichan's song for thinking on; She's stown the keys from her father's head, And to the prison strang is gone. And she has opened the prison doors, I wot she opened two or three, Ere she could come young Beichan at, He was locked up so curiouslie. But when she cam' young Beichan till, Sore wondered he that may to see; He took her for some fair captive: "Fair lady, I pray, of what countrie?" "O have ye any lands," she said, "Or castles in your own countrie, That ye could give to a lady fair, From prison strang to set you free?" "Near London town I have a hall, And other castles two or three; I'll give them all to the lady fair That out of prison will set me free." "Give me the truth of your right hand, The truth of it give unto me, That for seven years ye'll no lady wed, Unless it be alang with me." "I'll give thee the truth of my right hand, The truth of it I'll freely gie, That for seven years I'll stay unwed, For the kindness thou dost show to me." And she has brib'd the proud warder, Wi' mickle gold and white monie, She's gotten the keys of the prison strang, And she has set young Beichan free. She's gi'en him to eat the good spice-cake, She's gi'en him to drink the blude-red wine, She's bidden him sometimes think on her, That sae kindly freed him out o' pine.