"It's seven lang years I'll mak a vow, And seven lang years I'll keep it true; 70 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, 75 I fear I'll ne'er see you again." Lord Beichan turn'd him round about, And lowly, lowly, loutit he:-- "Ere seven lang years come to an end, I'll tak you to mine ain countrie." 80 * * * * Then when 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, 85 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, 90 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, 95 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. 100 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 Pye could get na rest, 105 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; 110 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, 115 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. 120 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. Then to the skipper she did say, 125 "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,-- 130 "Lord Beichan lives not far away; This is the day of his wedding."