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11—LORD BATEMAN. |
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1 Lord Bateman was a noble lord, A noble lord of high degree, He shipped himself aboard a ship Some foreign country to go and see.
2 He sail-ed east, he sail-ed west
Until he came to fair Turkey, Where he was taken and put in prison Until of life he was weary.
3 All in his prison grew a tree,
0 there it grew so stout and strong, About the middle he was chained,
Until his life it was almost gone.
4 This Turk he had one daughter fair,
The fairest maid two eyes could see; She stole of her father the prison key And said, Lord Bateman, he shall be free.
5 She to the cellar then took her way
And gave to him the best of wine; And every health she to him drank, Was "Would, Lord Bateman, that thou wert mine."
6 " For seven long years, I'll make a vow,
For seven long years, and keep't 1 can, That if you'll wed no other maid, Then I will wed not another man."
7 She took him to her father's port,
She gave to him a ship of faoie. Saying, "Farewell to you, Lord Bateman,
1 fear we never shall meet again." |
8 Now seven long years are gone and
past And fourteen days, as I tell thee. She pack'd up her apparel gay,
And said, Lord Bateman I must go see.
9 Now when she reached Lord Bateman's
hall, How boldly then she rang the bell, " Who's there? Who's there?" does
the porter call " O come unto me and quickly tell
10 " Is this Lord Bateman's castle high ? And is his lordship now within ? ' " O yes, O yes," said the porter proud, " He just is taking his young bride in."
ii " O bid him send me a slice of bread, And send a bottle of choicest wine, And bid him remember the fair young maid Who set him free from his close confine."
12 And when Lord Bateman this did hear,
He broke his sword in splinters three, And said, "My bride, you must home again. The Turkish maid, she has come to me.
13 "Call up your maidens and all your
men. For you must speedily from me fare;
You came to me on a saddled horse, You may go home in a coach and pair. |
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14 Lord Bateman made another marriage, With both their hearts so full of glee, And said,"' I'll roam to no foreign lands
Now my Turkish maiden has crossed the sea. |
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