Lord Bateman 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 sailed the East, he sailed the West,
Until he came to proud Turkey,
Where he was taken and put in prison
Till his life was quite weary
Through each pore they put a tree
They made him draw the cards of wine
The turkey had one only daughter
The fairest lady you ever did see
She stole the keys of her father's prison
What would you give to the fair young lady
As out of prison would set you free?
Well I've got houses and I've got lands
And half Northumberland belongs to me
And I'd give it all to the fair young lady
She's taken him to the father's hall
And given him a glass of wine
Every help that she drank to Him
Was a wish for faith in who was mine
For seven years I'll make a vow
For seven years I'll keep it strong
If you will wed no other lady
Then I will wed no other man
given to him a ship of fame.
Farewell, farewell to you, Lord Bateman,
I fear I'll never see you again.
7 years we're up and past,
She's packed up all of her gay clothing
And said Lord Bateman she would go see
So loudly there she rang the bell
Who's there, who's there?
cried the proud young porter
Well who is there? come to me tell
And isn't this Lord Bateman's castle
Is Lord Bateman here within?
cried the proud young porter
Tell him to bring me a slice of bread
And bring a bottle of the very best wine
Not to forget the fair young lady
That did release him when close confined
Away, away, and away went he
There is the fairest of fine young ladies
That ever my own two eyes did see
She has a ring on every finger
On one finger she has three
There is more gold sparkling on her brow
Than ever my own two eyes did
She bids you bring her a slice of bread
And not to forget the fair young lady
That did release you when
Faith and Rose all in a passion
He broke his sword and split his tree
I'll give up all of my father's land
If my Sophia's come to me
Quickly he ran down the steps
Fifteen steps he made but three
He's taken her into his arms
And he kissed her tenderly
Who never was heard to speak so free
What will you give to my only daughter
If your Sophia's cross the sea?
I own, I wed, you're her only daughter
She's neither better nor worse for me
She came to me on a horse and saddle
But she'll go home in a carriage of three
Bateman prepared another wedding
With all their hearts so full of glee
Oh, never more will I cross the ocean
Now my Sophia's come to me