Unknown Artists/Songs On Muzikum
Unknown Artists/Songs On Muzikum - Lord Bateman (gezongen door/sung by Jean Ritchie) lyrics
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Lord Bateman was a noble lord He thought himself of high degree He could not rest, nor be contented Until he'd sailed the old salt sea He sailed to the east, he sailed to the westward He sailed all over to Turkey's shore And there the Turks threw him into prison No hope of getting free any more The Turk he had an only daughter The fairest one eye ever did see She stole the key to her father's prison And there she set Lord Bateman free Then she led him down to the lowest cellar And gave him a drink of the strongest wine Each moment seemed to last an hour "Oh, Lord Bateman, if you were mine "It's seven long years, let's make a bargain It's seven long years, give me your hand That you will wed no other maiden And I will wed no other man" Then she led him down to her father's harbor And gave to him a ship so fine "Farewell to you, farewell Lord Bateman Farewell until we meet again" When seven long years had gone and past over It seemed to her like ninety-nine She bundled up her fine gold clothing Declared Lord Bateman, she'd go find She sailed to the east, she sailed to the westward She sailed till she came to England's shore And when she came to Lord Bateman's castle Straightway she knocked upon the door "Oh now is this Lord Bateman's castle? And is his lordship here within?" "Oh yes, oh yes," cried the proud young porter "He's just now taken his new bride in" "Tell him to send me a slice of cake And a bottle of the best of wine And not to forget the fair young lady Who did release him when close confined" "What news, what news, my proud young porter What news, whet news do you bring to me?" "There is the fairest of young ladies The fairest one eye ever did see "She's got gold rings on every finger And on her middle finger three She's got as much gold around her middle Would buy Northumberland from thee" Lord Bateman rose from where he was sitting His face it looked as white as snow "Oh if this is the Turkish lady I'm bound with her, love, for to go" And then upspoke the young bride's mother She'd never been known to speak so free "Then what's to become of my young daughter Who's just been made a bride to thee?" Lord Bateman spoke to the young bride's mother "She's none the better nor worse by me She came here on a horse and saddle She shall go home in a coach with thee "Let another wedding be made ready Another wedding there must be I must go marry the Turkish lady Who crossed the raging seas for me"