Lord Bateman
YOUNG BEICHAN—L
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The Loving Ballad of Lord Bateman. Illustrated by
George Cruikshank. 1839.
1
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.
2
He sailed East, and he sailed West,
Until he came to proud Turkey,
When he was taken and put to prison,
Until his life was almost gone.
3
And in this prison there grew a tree,
It grew so stout and strong,
Where he was chained by the middle,
Until his life was almost gone.
4
This Turk he had one only daughter,
The fairest creature my eyes did see;
She stole the keys of her father's prison,
And swore Lord Bateman she would set free.
5
‘Have you got houses? Have you got lands?
Or does Northumberland belong to thee?
What would you give to the fair young lady
That out of prison would set you free?’
6
‘I have got houses, I have got lands,
And half Northumberland belongs to me;
I'll give it all to the fair young lady
That out of prison would set me free.’
7
O then she took me to her father's hall,
And gave to me the best of wine,
And every health she drank unto him,
‘I wish, Lord Bateman, that you were mine!
8
‘Now in seven years I'll make a vow,
And seven years I'll keep it strong,
If you'll wed with no other woman,
I will wed with no other man.’
9
O then she took him to her father's harbour,
And gave to him a ship of fame:
‘Farewell, farewell to you, Lord Bateman,
I'm afraid I neer shall see you again.’
10
Now seven long years are gone and past,
And fourteen days, well known to thee;
She packed up all her gay clothing,
And swore Lord Bateman she would go see.
11
But when she came to Lord Bateman's castle,
So boldly she did ring the bell;
‘Who's there, who's there?’ cried the proud porter,
‘Who's there? come unto me tell.’
12
‘O is this Lord Bateman's castle?
Or is his Lordship here within?’
‘O yes, O yes,’ cried the young porter,
‘He's just now taken his new bride in.’
13
‘O tell him to send me a slice of bread,
And a bottle of the best wine,
And not forgetting the fair young lady
Who did release him when close confined.’
14
Away, away, went this proud young porter,
Away, away, and away went he,
Until he came to Lord Bateman's chamber;
Down on his bended knees fell he.
15
‘What news, what news, my proud young porter?
What news hast thou brought unto me?’
‘There is the fairest of all young creatures
That eer my two eyes did see.
16
‘She has got rings on every finger,
And round one of them she has got three,
And as much gay clothing round her
As would buy all Northumberland free.
17
‘She bids you send her a slice of bread,
And a bottle of the best wine,
And not forgetting the fair young lady
Who did release you when close confined.’
18
Lord Bateman he then in a passion flew,
And broke his sword in splinters three,
Saying, I will give all my father's riches,
That if Sophia has crossed the sea.
19
Then up spoke the young bride'[s] mother,
Who never was heard to speak so free:
You'll not forget my only daughter,
That if Sophia has crossed the sea.
20
‘I own I made a bride of your daughter;
She's neither the better or worse for me;
She came to me with her horse and saddle,
She may go back in her coach and three.’
21
Lord Bateman prepared another marriage,
With both their hearts so full of glee:
‘I'll range no more in foreign countries,
Now since Sophia has crossed the sea.’
Pitts, Seven Dials.
