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YOUNG BEICHAN and SUSIE PYE.
IN London was young Biechan born,
and foreign nations he longed to ſee,
He paſs'd thro' many kingdoms great,
till at length he came unto Turkey
He view'd the faſhions of that land,
their way of worſhip viewed he;
But unto any of their ſtocks
would not ſo much a bend as knee.
Which made him to be taken ſtraight
and brought before their Jury:
The ſavage Moor did ſpeak outright.
bid him be us'd moſt cruely.
In ev'ry ſhoulder they put a bore,
and in every bore they put a tree.
They make him for to trail the wine,
and ſpices on his fair body.
They put him into a deep dugneon,
where he could neither hear nor ſee:
For ſeven years they kept him there,
till he for hungar was like to die,
Stephus there King had a daughter fair,
and they called her Susie P e;
Who every day as ſhe took the air,
near to the priſon paſsed by.
But it fell out upon a day,
She heard young Biechun for to ſing:
And the ſong it pleaſed her ſo well
no reſt ſhe got till ſhe came to him.
My hounds they will go maſterleſs,
my hawks they flee from tree to tree,
