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110
" Oh, hae ye taen another bride ?
And hae ye quite forgotten me?
And hae ye quite forgotten her,
That gave you life and libertie ?"
She luikit ower hev left shouther,
To hide the tears stude in her ee :
" Now, fare thee weel. Young Bekie," she says^
" I'll try to think no more on thee."
" Oh, never, never, Susie Pye ;
For surely this can never be ;
Nor ever shall I wed but her
That's done and dree'd so much for me."
Then out and spak the forenoon bride :
" My lord, your love it changeth soon ;
This morning I was made your bride,
Ye've chosen another ere it's noon."
" O hald your tongue, thou forenoon bride ;
Ye're ne'er a whit the waur o' me ;
And, when ye return to your own countrie,
A double dower I'll send wi' thee."
He's taen fair Susie by the hand.
And gently led her up and down ;
And aye, as he kist her rosie lips,
" Ye're welcome, jewel, to your own I"
He's taen her by the milk-white hand,
And led her to yon fountain stane ;
He's changed her name from Susie Pye,
And he's call'd her his bonnie love, Lady Jane.*
* First published, in two different versions, by Mr Jamieson. The pre-
sent copy is composed of the first of Mr J.'s two copies, and another which
has since besen printed in Mr Kinloch's " Ancient Scottish Ballads ;" ex-
cepting the second verse of Young Bekie's prison-song, which is supplied
from Mr Motherwell's Introduction, p. xv.