She's put her hand in her pocket, Gi'en him the gold and white monie; 90 "Hae, take ye that, my bonny boy, For the good news thou tell'st to me." When she came to young Beichan's gate, She tirled softly at the pin; So ready was the proud porter 95 To open and let this lady in. "Is this young Beichan's hall," she said, "Or is that noble lord within?" "Yea, he's in the hall among them all, And this is the day o' his weddin." 100 "And has he wed anither love? And has he clean forgotten me?" And, sighin', said that gay ladie, "I wish I were in my own conntrie." And she has taen her gay gold ring, 105 That with her love she brake so free; Says, "Gie him that, ye proud porter, And bid the bridegroom speak to me." When the porter came his lord before,[L109] He kneeled down low on his knee---- 110 "What aileth thee, my proud porter, Thou art so full of courtesie?" "I've been porter at your gates, It's thirty long years now and three; But there stands a lady at them now, 115 The like o' her did I never see; "For on every finger she has a ring, And on her mid finger she has three; And as meickle gold aboon her brow As would buy an earldom to me." 120 Its out then spak the bride's mother, Aye and an angry woman was shee; "Ye might have excepted our bonny bride, And twa or three of our companie." "O hold your tongue, thou bride's mother; 125 Of all your folly let me be; She's ten times fairer nor the bride, And all that's in your companie. "She begs one sheave of your white bread, But and a cup of your red wine; 130 And to remember the lady's love, That last reliev'd you out of pine." "O well-a-day!" said Beichan then, "That I so soon have married thee! For it can be none but Susie Pye, 135 That sailed the sea for love of me." And quickly hied he down the stair; Of fifteen steps he made but three; He's ta'en his bonny love in his arms, And kist, and kist her tenderlie. 140 "O hae ye ta'en anither bride? And hae ye quite forgotten me? And hae ye quite forgotten her, That gave you life and libertie?" She looked o'er her left shoulder, 145 To hide the tears stood in her e'e: "Now fare thee well, young Beichan," she says, "I'll try to think no more on thee."