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 My hounds they all go masterless,

my hawks they flee from tree to tree,

My youngest brother will heir my land,

fair England again I'll never see.

But all that night no rest she got,

for thinking on young Beichan's song.

She stole the keys from her dad s head

and to the prison she is gone,

She has opened the prison doer,

I wot she opened two or three,

Before she could come Biechan at,

he was locked up so curiously.

But when Beichan she came before,

he admired much her there to see,

He thought she'd been some pris'ner ta'en,

fair lady I pray of what country?

Have you any lands. Biechan she said,

or have you any buildings free,

That you would give to a lady fair,

that out of prison could set you free.

London town I have a hall,

with other buildings two or three,

give them to that Lady fair.

that from this dungeon will set me free,

me the truth of your right hand,

The truth of it give unto me,

That for seven year, you'd no lady wed,

unless it be along with me.

give the truth of my right hand,

the truth of it I will freely gi'e,