Jean Ritchie
Jean Ritchie
Jean Ritchie
Jean Ritchie
Jean Ritchie
Jean Ritchie
Jean Ritchie
Jean Ritchie
Jean Ritchie
Jean Ritchie
Jean Ritchie
[Verse 1]
Lord Bateman was a noble lord
He thought himself of a high degree
He could not rest nor be contented
Till he had sailed the old salt sea
[Verse 2]
Oh, he sailed east and he sailed to the westward
He sailed all over to the Turkish shore
There he got caught and put in prison
Never to be released any more
[Verse 3]
There grew a tree inside of this prison
There grеw a tree both broad and high
And there they took and bound him prisonеr
Till he grew weak and like to die
[Verse 4]
Now the Turk he had one only daughter
And she was fair as she could be
She stole the keys to her father's prison
And declared Lord Bateman she'd set free
[Verse 5]
She took him down to the deepest cellar
She give him a drink of the strongest wine
She threw her loving little arms around him
Crying, "Oh, Lord Bateman, if you were mine"
[Verse 6]
They made a vow, they made a promise
For seven long years they made it to stand
He vowed he'd marry no other woman
She vowed she'd marry no other man
[Verse 7]
Well, seven long years has rolled around
Seven years and they seem like twenty-nine
Yes, she's packed up all of her gay clothing
And declared Lord Bateman she'd go find
[Verse 8]
Well, she sailed east and she sailed to the westward
She sailed all over to the England shore
She rowed till she come to Lord Bateman's castle
And she summonsed his porter right down to the door
[Verse 9]
"Oh, is this not Lord Bateman's castle
And is his lordship not within?"
"Oh yes, oh yes," cried the proud young porter
"He's just now bringing his new bride in"
[Verse 10]
"Go bid him to send me a slice of bread
Go bid him to send me a drink of wine
And not to forget the Turkish lady
That freed him from his close confines"
[Verse 11]
"What's the news, what's the news, you proud young porter?
What's the news, what's the news that you've brung to me?"
"There stands a lady outside of your castle
She's the fairest one I ever did see
[Verse 12]
"She has got a gold ring on every finger
And on one finger she has got three
And enough gay gold all around her middle
As to buy Northumberland of thee
[Verse 13]
"She bids you to send her a slice of bread
She bids you to send her a drink of wine
And not to forget the Turkish lady
That freed you from your close confines"
[Verse 14]
Oh, up and spoke that new bride's mother
She never was known to speak so free
"Well, what's to become of my only daughter?
She has just been made a bride to thee"
[Verse 15]
"Oh, I've done no harm to your only daughter
And she is the none of the worse for me
She came to me with a horse and saddle
And she shall go home in coacharee"
[Verse 16]
Lord Bateman he pounded his fist on the table
And he broke it in pieces one two three
Says, "I'll forsake all for the Turkish lady
She has crossed that old salt sea for me"
Lord Bateman was written by Traditional.
Lord Bateman was produced by Kenneth S. Goldstein.