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Lord Bateman

This song is by Nic Jones and appears on the album Nic Jones (1971).

Lord Bateman was a noble lord,
A noble lord of high degree,
And he shipped himself on board a sailing ship,
Some foreign lands he would go and see.

He sailed East, and he sailed West,
Until he came to proud Turkey.
And he was taken and put in prison
Until his life was quite weary.

The Turkman had one only daughter,
The fairest lady me eyes did see.
And she's stolen the keys of her father's prison
And said Lord Bateman she would set free.

"Have you got houses, have you got lands?
And does Northumb'rland belong to thee?
And what would you give to the fair young lady,
As would release you and set you free?"

"Oh I've got houses and I've got lands,
And half Northumb'rland belongs to me;
And I'd grant it all to the fair young lady,
As would release me and let me free."

She's taken him to her father's hall
And given to him a glass of wine.
And ev'ry health that she drank unto him was
"I wish, Lord Bateman, that you were mine."

For seven long years I'll make a vow,
And seven long years I'll keep it strong;
If you will wed with no other lady
Then I will wed no other man."

She's taken him to her father's harbour,
And given to him a ship of fame:
"Farewell, farewell to you, Lord Bateman,
I fear I never shall see you again."

Seven long years were up and past
These seven long years as I tell to thee
And she's packed up all of her gay clothing,
And said Lord Bateman she would go see.

When she's come to Bateman's castle,
So boldly then she did ring the bell.
"Who's there? Who's there?" Cried the proud young porter,
"Who is there, come to me tell."

"Isn't this here Lord Bateman's castle?
And is Lord Bateman here within?"
"O yes! O yes!" cried the proud young porter,
"He's just now taken his new bride in."

"Tell him to bring me a slice of bread,
And bring a bottle of the very best wine;
And not to forget the fair young lady
That did release him when close confined."

Away and away went the young proud young porter,
Away and away and away went he,
And when he's come to Bateman's chamber,
Down he fell upon bended knees.

"What news, what news," says Lord Bateman
"What news have you now brought to me?"
"There is the fairest of fine young ladies
That ever my own two eyes did see."

"She bids you bring her a slice of bread,
And bring a bottle of the very best wine;
And not to forget the fair young lady,
That did release you when close confined."

Bateman arose all in a passion,
He's broken his sword in splinters three;
"O I'd have give up all of my father's riches
If my Sophia have a-crossed the sea."

O then up spoke the young bride's mother
Who was never heard to speak so free:
"You'll not forget my only daughter
If but Sophia has come from sea."

"I own I wed your only daughter;
She's neither the better nor worse for me.
She came to me on a horse and saddle;
She'll go home in a carriage and three."

Bateman's prepared another wedding,
With all their hearts so full of glee.
"O never more will I range the ocean
Now my Sophia's come from sea."

Credits Edit

  • Traditional/Arranged Nic Jones
  • Child Ballad #53
  • Roud Folk Song Index #40

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