Till she came to the other side; She's landed at Young Bicham's gates, An I hop this day she sal be his bride.

12 'Is this Young Bicham's gates?' says she,

'Or is that noble prince within?' 'He's up the stairs wi his bonny bride, An monny a lord and lady wi him.'

13 'O has he taen a bonny bride,

An has he clean forgotten me!'
An sighing said that gay lady,

'I wish I were in my ain country!'

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33 My ladye fayre she greetes you well,
And ever-more well by mee;
You must either turne againe and fighte,
Or goe home and loose your ladye.

34 Saies, 'Reade me, reade me, deere brother,

My reade shall ryse at thee,1 Whether it is better to turne and fighte, Or goe home and loose my ladye.'

35 'Now hearken to me,' sayes Adler Yonge, And your reade must rise at me; 140 I quicklye will devise a waye

To sette thy ladye free.

36 My mother was a westerne woman, And learned in gramarye,2

And when I learned at the schole,
Something shee taught itt mee.