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My youngeſt brother will heir my land.
Fair England again I ſhall ne'er ſee.
But all that night no reſt ſhe got,
for thinking on young Biechan's ſong,
She ſtole the keys from her dad's head,
and to the priſon ſhe is gone,
She has open'd the prison door,
I wat ſhe open'd two or three,
Before ſhe could come Biechan at,
he was locked up ſo curioſly.
But when Biechan ſhe came before,
he admired much her there to ſee,
He thought ſhe'd been ſome pris'nor ta'en.
fair lady I pray of what country!
Have you any lands, Beichan, ſhe ſaid,
or have you my buildings free:
That you would give to a Lady fair,
that out of priſon could let you free?
Near London town I have a hall,
with other buildings two or three,
I'll give them all to that Lady fair,
that from this dungeon will ſet me free
Give me the truth of your right hand,
the truth of it give unto me,
That for ſeven years you'll no lady wed,
unleſs it be along with me.
I'll give thee the truth of my right hand,
the truth of it I will freely gi'e,
For ſeven years I'll ſtay unwed,
for the kindneſs you doth ſhow to me.
She's ta'en him from the dungeon deep,
and ſet him in a room ſo free,
