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But it fell out upon a day,
she heard young Beichan for to sing;
And the song it pleased her so well,
no rest she got till she came to him.
“My hounds they all go masterless,
my hawks they flee from tree to tree;
My youngest brother will heir my land,
fair England again I ne’er shall see.”
But all the night no rest she got
for thinking on young Beichan’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 Beichan at,
he was lock’d up so curiously.
But when Beichan she came before,
he admired much her there to see,
He thought she’d been some pris’ner ta’en;
fair lady I pray of what country?
Have you any lands, Beichan, she said,
or have you any buildings free?
That you would give to a lady fair,
that out of prison could set 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 would 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.
