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She's as much gold above her brow,
as would buy an earldom to me.
Out then beſpoke the brides mother,
ay, and an angry woman was ſhe;
You might have excepted our bonny bride,
and two or three of her company.
Hold your tongue, thou bride's mother,
of all your folly, let me be
She's ten times fairer than you bride,
and all that's in your company.
She deſires one ſheaf of your wheat bread,
ay, and a glaſs of your red wine,
And to remember the Lady's love,
which laſt reliev'd you of your pine.
O well a day, young Beichan ſaid
that I ſo ſoon have married thee,
For I do vow it is Susie Pye:
has ſail'd the ſeas for love of me,
He took the chair then with his foot,
the table with his knee took he,
Till ſilver cups and ſilver canns,
he made them all to flinders flee,
Out then beſpoke the forenoon bride,
my lord your love it changes ſoon,
This morning I was made your bride.
and another chuſe ere it be noon.
hold thy tongue, thou forenoon bride,
You're ne'er a whit the worſe of me,
And for every penny I got with thee,
O here I give to the back three.
He took her by the milk-white hand,
ſays, the half of my lands I'll give to thee
