Lord Bateman was a noble youth A noble youth of a high degree And he had one of the finest warships That ever sailed o'er the brine salt sea
Now he sailed east, and he sailed west Until he came to well known Turkey Where he was taken and put in prison Until his life it became weary
Proud Turkey had one only daughter One only daughter of high degree She stole the keys to her father's prison And vowed Lord Bateman she would set free
She went down to her father's cellar She treated him to the best of wine And every toast that they drank together "I wish Lord Bateman that you was mine"
She went down to her father's harbour She treated him to a ship of fame "Farewell, farewell, Lord Bateman," she cried, "I fear I never will see you again
Now seven years I will make a vow And seven more I will keep it strong If you don't wed with no other woman, Then I won't wed with no other man
"And seven years I will make a vow And seven more I will keep it strong Sure I won't wed with no other woman If you don't wed with no other man"
Seven years being gone and past And fourteen days being well known to she She packed up all of her gay clothing And vowed Lord Bateman she would go see
So she went up to Lord Bateman's castle And proudly she rang the bell "O who is there cried the proud young porter Now unto me your name pray tell"
"O who is this, Lord Bateman's castle? And is his lordship himself within" "O yes, o yes cried the proud young porter He's now just taking his young bride in"
"Go bid him send me a slice of cake And a bottle of his best of wine Not to forget a fair young lady Who did release him when close confined"
Away, away ran the proud young porter Away, away, away ran he Until he came to Lord Bateman's chamber And he fell down upon bended knee
"What news, what news, my proud young porter What news, what news have you brought to me? "I just saw one of the prettiest maidens That ever yet my two eyes did see
She had rings upon every finger And on one finger she did have three She had more gold around her middle To buy Northumberland and all from thee
She bids you send her a slice of cake And a bottle of your best of wine Not to forget a fair young lady Who did release you when close confined"
Lord Bateman arose all in a passion He split the table in pieces three "No more I'll roam in a foreign country Since young Sophia has crossed the sea"
Then up speaks the young bride's mother Who was never known for to speak so free "What do you intend to do by my daughter Since young Sophia has followed thee"
"It's true I was making a bride of your daughter She's none the better or the worse for me She rode to me in a horse and saddle She may go home in her coach and three"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
