Lord Bateman

LORD BATEMAN he was a noble lord,A noble lord of high degree;He shipped himself on board a ship,Some foreign country he would go see.

He sailèd east, and he sailèd west,Until he came to proud Turkèy;Where he was taken, and put to prison,Until his life was almost weary.

And in this prison there grew a tree,It grew so stout, and grew so strong;Where he was chainèd by the middle,Until his life was almost gone.

This Turk he had one only daughter,The fairest creature my eyes did see;She stole the keys of her father’s prison,And swore Lord Bateman she would set free.

‘Have you got houses? have you got lands?Or does Northumberland belong to thee?What would you give to the fair young ladyThat out of prison would set you free?’

‘I have got houses, I have got lands,And half Northumberland belongs to meI’ll give it all to the fair young ladyThat out of prison would set me free.’

O! then she took him to her father’s hall,And gave to him the best of wine;And every health she drank unto him,‘I wish, Lord Bateman, that you were mine!

‘Now in seven years I’ll make a vow,And seven years I’ll keep it strong,If you’ll wed with no other woman,I will wed with no other man.’

O! then she took him to her father’s harbour,And gave to him a ship of fame;‘Farewell, farewell to you, Lord Bateman,I’m afraid I ne’er shall see you again.’

Now seven long years are gone and past,And fourteen days, well known to thee;She packed up all her gay clothing,And swore Lord Bateman she would go see.

But when she came to Lord Bateman’s castle,So boldly she rang the bell;‘Who’s there? who’s there?’ cried the proud portèr,‘Who’s there? unto me come tell.’

‘O! is this Lord Bateman’s castle?Or is his Lordship here within?’‘O, yes! O, yes!’ cried the young portèr,‘He’s just now taken his new bride in.’

‘O! tell him to send me a slice of bread,And a bottle of the best wine;And not forgetting the fair young ladyWho did release him when close confine.’

Away, away went this proud young porter,Away, away, and away went he,Until he came to Lord Bateman’s chamber,Down on his bended knees fell he.

‘What news, what news, my proud young porter?What news hast thou brought unto me?’‘There is the fairest of all young creaturesThat ever my two eyes did see!

‘She has got rings on every finger,And round one of them she has got three,And as much gay clothing round her middleAs would buy all Northumberlea.

‘She bids you send her a slice of bread,And a bottle of the best wine;And not forgetting the fair young ladyWho did release you when close confine.’

Lord Bateman he then in a passion flew,And broke his sword in splinters three;Saying, ‘I will give all my father’s richesIf Sophia has crossed the sea.’

Then up spoke the young bride’s mother,Who never was heard to speak so free,‘You’ll not forget my only daughter,If Sophia has crossed the sea.’

‘I own I made a bride of your daughter,She’s neither the better nor worse for me;She came to me with her horse and saddle,She may go back in her coach and three.’

Lord Bateman prepared another marriage,And sang, with heart so full of glee,I’ll range no more in foreign countries,Now since Sophia has crossed the sea.’