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She opened the prison strong,
and set young Bichen at liberty.
She’s gone to her father’s coffer,
where the gold was red and fair to see.
She filled his pockets with good red gold,
and she set him far upon the sea,
O mind you well, young Bichen, she says,
the vows and oatks you made to me,
When you are ⟨come⟩ to your native land
O then remember Susan Py,
But when her father he came home,
he miss’d the keys there where they lay,
He went into the prison strong,
but he saw young Bichen was away,
Go bring your daughter madam he says,
and bring her here unto me;
Although I have no more but her,
tomorrow I’ll gar hang her high!
The lady call’d on the maiden fair,
to come to her most speedily,
Go up the country my child she says,
stay with my brother two years or three
I have a brother, he lives in the isles,
he will keep thee most courteously,
And stay with him my child she says,
till thy father’s wrath is turn’d from thee.
Now will we leave young Susan Py,
a while in her own country,
