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 There was not a lady in all London,

young Susan that could outvie,

She has call’d upon a waiting-man,

a waiting-man, who stood near by,

Convey me to young Bichen’s gates,

and well rewarded shals thou be.

When she came to young Bichen’s gate,

she chapped loudly st the pin,

Till down then came the proud Porter,

Who’s there, he says, that would be in?

Open the gates, P rter, she says,

open them to a lady gay,

And tell your master, Porter, she says,

to speak a word or two with me.

The Porter he has open’d the gates,

his eyes were dazled to see

A lady dress’d in gold and jewels,

no page nor waiting man had she.

O pardon me, madam! he cried,

this day it is his wedding-day.

He’s up the stairs with his lovely bride, and  sight of him you cannot see.

She put her hand in her pocket,

and therefrom took out guineas three,

And gave to him, saying, please kind Sir,

bring down your master straight to me.

The Porter up again has gone,

and he fell low down on his knee,