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For seven years I'll stay unwed,
for the kindness you doth shew to me.
She's taen him from the dungeon deep,
and set him in a room so free,
She gave him the red wine to drink,
His meat was the spice cake so free.
She kept him safe in her chamber,
till it fell out upon a day,
An English merchant there did come,
with whom she sent young Biechan awa
She broke a ring from her finger.
one half to Biechan gave speedily,
To keep in remembrance of that love,
that lady bore that set him free,
But when he arriv'd in London town,
his friends they all came him to see,
And would needs bave him chuse a wife
among the jolly company
O no, my friends, young Biechan said,
that would do me much injury,
Till seven years are almost gone.
I'll marry none in this country.
When seven years were almost gone,
this lady began for to think long,
She thought she heard a voice that said
young Biechan's broke his vows, mad
She packed up her gay clothing,
with rich jewels many a one
She sat her foot into a ship,
