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Lord Bateman

   O there was a lord, who lived in London
   And he was a man of high degree
   But he could never be contented
   He longed strange countries for to see
   
   He sailed east, and he sailed westward,
   Until he came to the Turkish shore
   There he was taken and put in prison
   With hope of freedom nevermore
   
   His jailer had an only daughter
   And she was a lady most fair to see
   She stole the keys to her father's prison
   And this Lord Bateman she did set free
   
   She led him down to her father's cellar
   And there they drank of the strongest wine
   It was a brave health that she drank to him
   It's "O Lord Bateman, if you were mine!"
   
   They made a vow, they made a promise
   For seven years they would make it stand
   He swore he'd wed no other woman
   She swore she'd wed no other man
   
   Now seven years were gone and past
   And still she longed her true love to see
   For e'er a voice within her breast
   Said "Bateman's broken his vow to thee"
   
   So she sailed east and she sailed westward
   Until she landed on England's shore
   And she could never be contented
   But for Lord Bateman she did inquire
   
   And when she came to Lord Bateman's castle
   The porter answered her from inside
   Saying "Yes, this is Lord Bateman's castle,
   This very day brought home his bride."
   
   She gave her message to this porter
   And to Lord Bateman's side straight went he
   Saying, "There's a lady at your door, sir,
   And she is of some high degree.
   
   "She bids you mind of the wine so strong,
   She bids you mind of the rolling sea,
   She bids you mind of that Turkish lady
   Who out of prison did set you free."
   
   Lord Bateman rose all in a passion
   And broke his sword in pieces three,
   "It can be none but my dear Sophia,
   Who's crossed the deep for the love of me.
   
   "Go take my bride to her father's hall,
   She shall be none the worse by me,
   O she came here with a horse and saddle,
   But she'll return with coaches three.
   
   "O there has lately been one wedding,
   Another wedding there now shall be.
   I'll range no more in foreign countries
   Since my Sophia has crossed the sea."
   
   
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