Francis James Child,
The English and Scottish Popular Ballads…
“ 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, Then I would curb my roving youth No more to see a strange land. 'O an I were free again now, And my feet well set on the sea, I would live in peace in my own country, And a foreign land I no more would see.' The savage Moor had but one daughter, I wot her name was Susan Py; She heard Young Bichen make his moan, At the prison-door as she past by. ”
