Lord Bateman

Lord Bateman was a noble lord

A noble lord of some high degree

Who shipped himself on board of ship

Some foreign country would go see

He sailed east and he sailed west

Until he come 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 by 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 stole them keys from her father's pillow

And vowed Lord Bateman she would set free

Then she took him to her marble parlor

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 land?

I have Northumberland belongs to me

And I'd give it all to that sweet young woman

That out of prison would set me free."

Then she took him down to her father's harbor

And smuggled him on to his 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 years and fourteen days

When seven long years well 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?"

"Oh yes, oh yes," says the brisk young porter

"He and his newwed bride have just gone in."

"Tell him to send me down a piece of cake