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What aileth thee my proud porte
thou art ⟨so⟩ full of courtesy,
I have been porte at your gates,
these thirty long years and three,
Now there stands a lady at your gate.
the like of her I did never see ;
For on every finger she has a ring,
and on her mid finger she has three,
She's as much gold above her brow,
as would buy an earldom to me.
Out bespoke the bride's 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 your bride,
and all that's in your company
She desires on 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 out of pine.
O well a day! young Biechan 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,
The silver cup, and silver canns,
