Lord Bateman

Lord Bateman was a noble lord,
A noble lord of some high degree.
He shipped himself on board a ship
Some foreign count-e-ries he would go see.

Lord Bateman was a noble lord,
A noble lord of high degree.
He put himself on board a ship
Some foreign country he would go see.

He sail-ed East, and he sail-ed West
Until he came to p-roud Turkey,
Where he was taken and put in prison
Until his life it-e-grew quite weary.

He sailed East and he sailed West,
Sailed in to proud Turkey;
But he was taken and put in prison
Until his life grew quite weary.

And in this prison there grew a tree,
It grew so large and it grew so strong;
Where he was chain-ed around the middle
Until his life it-e-was almost gone.

In their prisons they grew a tree,
They grew it stout and grew it strong,
And he was chained up all by the middle
Until his life was almost gone.

His gaoler had but one only daughter,
The fairest creature my two eyes did see.
She stole the keys of her father's prison
And said Lord Bateman she would set free.

But Turkey had one only daughter,
As fair a lady as ever did see.
She shed her tear, she set her mind,
And she swore Lord Bateman she would go see.

“Now have you houses have you got land,
And does Northumberland belong to thee?
And what would you give to the fair young lady
That out of prison would set you free?”

“Do you have land, do you have living,
Does Northumberland belong to thee?
What would you give to a brave young lady
If out of prison she set you free?”

“Yes I've got houses and I've got land
And half Northumberland belongs to me.
I would give it all to that fair young lady
That out of prison would set me free.”

“I have land, land and I have living
And half Northumberland belongs to me.
I'd give it all to a brave young lady
If out of prison she would set me.”

That's what Joseph Taylor sings on the cylinder recording. The following verses which continue the story are from Tony Barrand's Heartoutbursts. Mr Thomson (more or less) sings the second and third of these on Unto Brigg Fair, in addition to those sung by Joseph Taylor (except for the one about the tree).

She took him to her marble parlor,
She gave him cake and a bottle of wine,
And every health that she drank unto him,
“I wish, Lord Bateman, that you were mine.”

She stole the key from her fathers pillow,
Poured Lord Bateman her fathers wine;
Every health they drank together,
“Oh I wish Lord Bateman you were mine.”

“And it's seven long years I'll make a vow,
And seven long years I will keep it strong,
If you will wed with no other woman,
Then I'll not wed with no other man.”

She took him to her father's harbor,
She gave to him a ship of fame,
“Farewell and adieu to you, Lord Bateman,
I fear I'll never see you again.”

She's took him down to her father's harbour,
Found for him the ship of fame.
“Farewell, farewell, farewell Lord Bateman,
I'm sure I'll never see your face again.”

Now the seven long years were past and gone,
And fourteen days, well-known to me,
She set her foot all in a ship,
And said Lord Bateman she would go see.

Seven long years were gone and past,
From her heart she had not ken free.
She's packed up all her gold clothing,
Swore Lord Bateman she would go see.

And when she's come to Lord Bateman's castle,
She knocked so loudly upon the pin,
And who should come down but the proud young porter,
To rise and let this fair lady in.

When she came to London city
She cried Lord Bateman through the town,
Every stranger that did pass by her
Did lead her on too Northumberland.

“Is this here Lord Bateman's castle,
And is Lord Bateman here within?”
“Oh yes, oh yes, said the proud young porter,
“He's just now taken his new bride in.”

“Is this called Lord Bateman's castle?
Is his lordship here within?”
“Oh yes, oh yes,” cried the proud young porter,
Pray tell what news I may give to him.”

“Tell him to bring me a loaf of bread,
A bottle of the very best wine,
And not to forget the fair young lady
As did release him when close confined.”

“Go tell him send me a cut of bread,
Go tell him send me a cup of wine,
And to remember the brave young lady
Who did release him when he was confined.”

Away, away tore the proud young porter.
Away, away, away went he.
He cried, “Lord Bateman, my lord and master
I'm sure Sophia has crossed the sea.”

“What news, what news, my proud young porter?
What news, what news? Now, tell to me.”
“There is the fairest of all young ladies
As ever my two eyes did see.”

“She has got rings, rings on every finger,
And round her middle one she wears three.
She has more gold all about her person
For to buy Northumberland from under thee.”

“She bid you send her a loaf of bread,
A bottle of the very best wine,
And not to forget the fair young lady
As did release you when close confined.”

“She tells you send her a cut of bread
And tells you send her a cup of wine,
And to remember the brave young lady
Who did release you when you were confined.”

Lord Bateman he flew in a passion,
He broke the table in splinters three,
“I'll wager all my father's lands and riches
That my Sophia has come from sea.”

Lord Bateman then in silence fell
From his heart he had not been free,
“I'll give you all my Father's stable
If my Sophia has crossed the sea.”

Then up and spoke the young bride's mother,
Who never was known to speak so free,
“What will you do for my only daughter,
If your Sophia has come from sea?”

“I own I wed your only daughter,
She's neither the better nor the worse for me,
She came to me on a horse and saddle,
She shall ride home in a carriage and three.”

Then he's prepared another wedding,
And both their hearts so full of glee,
“Oh, never more will I sail the ocean,
Now my Sophia has come to me.”

Bateman then too his true love flew
From their hearts they had not ken free
He's kissed her hand and he's kissed her cheek
And neither man nor woman speak
And never was love so complete
Since brave Sophia have acrossed the sea.

Lord Bateman was a rich noble lord
A rich noble lord of some high degree
He travelled east and he travelled west
Until he came unto proud Turkee

Alone I made a bride of your daughter,
She's none the better nor the worse for me,
You brought her here in a horse and saddle,
You may take her back in a coach and three.

Lord Bateman was a noble lord,
A noble lord of some high degree,
Who set his foot on board of ship
Some foreign country would go see.

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.
Where he was taken and put in prison
Until his life it grew quite weary.

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.

This Turkey had but one only daughter,
The fairest creature my eyes did see.
She's stolen keys from her father's pillow
And vowed Lord Bateman would be set free.

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 took him to her marble parlour
with sugar, cake and the best of wine,
And ev'ry health that she drank unto him,
“O I wish, Lord Bateman, your heart was mine.

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 year I'll make a vow,
For seven long year I'll keep it strong;
If you don't not wed to no other woman
I will not wed to no other man.”

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.”

With seven long years she did then set sail
Till turf and stone she chanced to spy;
And she went cracking her fair white fingers
As for Lord Bateman she did enquire.

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.”

“Oh, isn't this Lord Bateman's palace?
And is the noble Lord within?”
“O yes! O yes!” said the brisk young porter,
“He and his new wed bride have just gone in.”

“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 off bread,
And bring a bottle of the best of 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.”

Lord Bateman flew into a passion,
He kicked his table in splinters three;
“I lay my life at that young Sophie
So now my new wed wife, fare well to thee.”

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.”

Then up spoke the young bride's mother
Who never was heard to speak so free:
“What will you give to me only daughter
If your Sophia's 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.”

He then prepared another wedding,
With both their hearts so full of glee.
“I'll sail no more in no foreign country
Now that young Sophia she has crossed the sea.”

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.”