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I London was young Bichen born,

he long’d strange lands to see,

He set his foot on good ship-board,

and he sailed over the sea.

He had not been in a foreign land a day but only three,

Till he was taken by a savage Moor,

and they used him m st cruelly!

In every shoulder the put a pin,

to every pin they put a tree;

They made him draw the plow and car

like horse and oxen in his country.

He had not serv’d the savage Moor

a week nay scarcely but only three.

Till he has casten him in prison strong,

till he with hunger was like to die,

It fell out once upon a day,

that young Bichen he made his moan.

As he lay bound in irons strong,

in a dark and deep dungeon,

An’ I were again in fair England,

as many merry day I have been,