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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344314" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Young Bicham</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In London city was Bicham born,<br>He longd strange countries for to see,<br>But he was taen by a savage Moor,<br>Who handld him right cruely.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For thro his shoulder he put a bore,<br>An thro the bore has pitten a tree,<br>And he's gard him draw the carts o wine,<br>Where horse and oxen had wont to be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He's casten [him] in a dungeon deep,<br>Where he coud neither hear nor see;<br>He's shut him up in a prison strong,<br>An he's handld him right cruely.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O this Moor he had but ae daughter,<br>I wot her name was Shusy Pye;<br>She's doen her to the prison-house,<br>And she's calld young Bicham one word by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O hae ye ony lands or rents,<br>Or citys in your ain country,<br>Coud free you out of prison strong,<br>An coud maintain a lady free?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O London city is my own,<br>An other citys twa or three,<br>Coud loose me out o prison strong,<br>An could maintain a lady free.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O she has bribed her father's men<br>Wi meikle goud and white money,<br>She's gotten the key o the prison doors,<br>And she has set Young Bicham free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She's gi'n him a loaf o good white bread,<br>But an a flask o Spanish wine,<br>An she bad him mind on the ladie's love<br>That sae kindly freed him out o pine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Go set your foot on good ship-board,<br>An haste you back to your ain country,<br>An before that seven years has an end,<br>Come back again, love, and marry me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was long or seven years had an end<br>She longd fu sair her love to see;<br>She's set her foot on good ship-board,<br>An turnd her back on her ain country.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She's saild up, so has she down,<br>Till she came to the other side;<br>She's landed at Young Bicham's gates,<br>An I hop this day she sal be his bride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Is this Young Bicham's gates?' says she.<br>'Or is that noble prince within?'<br>'He's up the stair wi his bonny bride,<br>An monny a lord and lady wi him.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O has he taen a bonny bride,<br>An has he clean forgotten me?'<br>An sighing said that gay lady,<br>'I wish I were in my ain country!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She's pitten her ban in her pocket,<br>An gin the porter guineas three;<br>Says, 'Take ye that, ye proud porter,<br>An bid the bridegroom speak to me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O whan the porter came up the stair,<br>He's fa'n low down upon his knee:<br>'Won up, won up, ye proud porter,<br>And what makes a' this courtesy?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O I've been porter at your gates<br>This mair nor seven years an three,<br>But there is a lady at them now<br>The like of whom I never did see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For on every finger she has a ring,<br>An on the mid-finger she has three,<br>An there's as meikle goud aboon her brow<br>As woud buy an earldom o lan to me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then up it started Young Bicham,<br>An sware so loud by Our Lady,<br>'It can be nane but Shusy Pye<br>That has come oor the sea to me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O quickly ran he down the stair,<br>O fifteen steps he has made but three,<br>He's tane his bonny love in his arms<br>An a wot he kissd her tenderly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O hae you tane a bonny bride?<br>An hae you quite forsaken me?<br>An hae ye quite forgotten her<br>That gae you life an liberty?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She's lookit oer her left shoulder<br>To hide the tears stood in her ee;<br>'Now fare thee well, Young Bicham,' she says,<br>'I'll strive to think nae mair on thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Take back your daughter, madam,' he says,<br>'An a double dowry I'll gie her wi;<br>For I maun marry my first true love,<br>That's done and suffered so much for me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He's tak his bonny love by the han,<br>And led her to yon fountain stane;<br>He's changed her name frae Shusy Pye,<br>An he's cald her his bonny love, Lady Jane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Lang">Andrew Lang</a><div class=q>
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He longd strange countries for to see,
But he was taen by a savage Moor,
Who handld him right cruely.

For thro his shoulder he put a bore,
An thro the bore has pitten a tree,
And he's gard him draw the carts o wine..."></div>
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