Lord Bateman

[Verse]
Lord Bateman was a noble lord
A noble lord of some high degree
Who shipped himself on board a ship
Some foreign country would go see

He sailed East, and he sailed West
Until he came to proud Turkey
Where he was taken and put in prison
Until his life it grew quite weary

And in that prison there grew a tree
It grew so stout and it grew so strong;
Where he was chained around the middle
Until his life it was almost gone

Now, the jailer had but one only daughter
Oh, the fairest creature my eyes did see
And she's stolen keys from her father's pillow
And vowed Lord Bateman she would set free

Then she took him to her marble parlour
With sugar, cake and the best of wine
Saying, "Adieu, adieu, my dear Lord Bateman
I wish to God that you could be mine."

“Have you got houses, have you got lands?"
"I have Northumb'rland, belongs to me;
And I'd give it all to that sweet young woman
As out of prison would me free.”

Then she took him down to her father's harbour
And smuggled him onto a ship of fame:
Saying, "Adieu, adieu, my dear Lord Bateman
I'm afraid I'll never see your face again.”

For seven long years we'll make a vow
For seven long years, and keep it strong;
If you do not wed to no other woman
I will not wed to no other man.”

When seven long year and fourteen days
When seven long years, well-known were gone;
She then set foot in some noble ship
And she sailed the seas in search of Lord Bateman

She sailed East and she sailed West
Till turf and stone she chanced to spy;
And she went snapping her pretty slender fingers
As for Lord Bateman she did cry

“Oh, isn't this Lord Bateman's castle?
And is the noble Lord within?”
“O yes! O yes!” says the brisk young porter
“He and his new wed bride have just gone in.”

“Tell him to send me down a piece of cake
Tell him to send me down a glass of wine;
And ask him if he does still remember
That young woman who did release him when close confined.”

Lord Bateman flew into a passion
He broke the table into pieces three;
“I vow my life is that young Sophie's
And now my new wed bride, fare well to thee.”

"I vow I made you my new wed wife
You vow you're none the worse for me;
You came to me on a horse and bridle
I'll send you home in a coach and three."

And they then prepared such another wedding
With both their hearts so full of glee
He says, “I'll sail no more in no foreign country
Now that my Sophie she have crossed the sea.”