Lord Bateman was a noble lord,
A noble lord of some high degree.
He shipped himself all on board of a ship,
Some foreign country he would go see.
Oh he sailored east, and he sailored west,
Until he came to Peralta quay,
Where he was bound and put to prison,
Until of life he grew quite weary.
All in this prison there grew a tree,
O there it grew so stout and strong
Where he was bound all by the middle,
Until his life it was almost gone.
Oh the Turk he had but one only daughter,
The fairest my two eyes did see.
She took the keys to her father's prison,
And swore Lord Bateman she would set free.
O she took him to her father's cellar,
And gave to him the best of wine.
O and every health that she drank unto him,
"I wish, Lord Bateman, that you was mine."
"O have you houses, and have you land?
And does Northumberland belong to thee?
And what would you give to the fair young lady
As out of prison would set you free?"
"O I have houses and I have land,
And half Northumberland belongs to me,
And I'd give it all to the fair young lady
As out of prison would set me free."
"O for seven long years I'll make a vow,
For seven long years and keep it strong,
That if you will wed with no other woman,
Then I will wed with no other man."
O she took him to her father's harbor,
And gave to him a ship of fame,
"O fare thee well to you, Lord Bateman,
I fear I never shall see you again."
Now seven long years it is past and gone
And fourteen days, well known to me.
She packed up all of her clothing,
And swore Lord Bateman she would go see.
O when she came to Lord Bateman's castle,
O boldly then she rang upon the bell.
"Who's there who's there?" cried the bold young porter.
O come to me, pray quickly tell."
"O is this here Lord Bateman's castle?
And is his lordship here within?"
"Oh yes, oh yes," cried the proud young porter,
"He's just now taking his young bride in."
"O bid him send me a slice of bread,
And a bottle of the best of wine.
And not forgetting the fair young lady
As did release him when in close confine."
Away, away went this proud young porter.
Away, away, and away went he,
Until he came to Lord Bateman's chamber
When he went down on his bended knee.
"What news, what news, my proud young man,
What news, what news, come tell to me?"
"O there is such a fair young lady
As ever did my two eyes see."
"O she's got rings on every finger
And on one finger she has got three
With as much gay gold all about her middle
As would buy half Northumberland from thee."
Lyrics submitted by epiwoosh