YOUNG BEICHAN AND SUSIE PYE.
IN London was young Beichan born,
and foreign nations he long’d to see:
He pass’d thro’ many kingdom’s great,
till at length he came into 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 as bow a knee.
Which made him to be taken straight,
and brought before their jury;
The savage Moor did speak outright,
bid him be used most cruelly.
In every shoulder they put a bore,
and in every bore they put a tree,
They made him for to trail the wire
and spices on his fair body.
They put him into a deep dungeon,
where he could neither hear nor see;
For seven years they kept him there,
till he for hunger was like to die.
Stephus their king, had a daughter fair,
and they called her Susie Pye;
Who ev’ry day as she took the air,
near to the prison passed by.
