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weirs - lord bateman كلمات أغنية

lord bateman was a n0ble lord
he thought himself of a high degree
he could not rest nor be contented
till he’d sailed upon the old salt sea

o he sailed east and he sailed to the westward
he sailed all over to the turkish shore
there he was caught and put in prison
never to be released any more

there grew a tree inside of this prison
there grеw a tree both broad and high
and there they took and bound him prisonеr
till he grew weak and like to die

now the turk he had one only daughter
and she was fair as she could be
she stole the keys to her father’s prison
and declared lord bateman she’d set free

she took him down to the deepest cellar
she gave him a drink of the strongest wine
she wrapped her loving little arms around him
crying, o lord bateman, if you were mine

they made a vow, they made a promise
for seven long years for it to stand
he vowed he’d marry no other woman
she vowed she’d marry no other man
well, seven long years has come and gone
seven years felt like twenty_nine
it’s she’s packed up all of her gay clothing
and declared lord bateman she’d go find

well, she sailed east and she sailed to the westward
she sailed all over to the english shore
she rode till she came to lord bateman’s castle
and she summonsed his porter down to the door

oh is this not lord bateman’s castle
and is his lordship not within?
oh yes, oh yes,” cried the proud young porter
he’s just now bringing his new bride in

go bid him to send me a slice of bread
go bid him to send me a drink of wine
and not to forget the turkish lady
that freed him from his close confine

what’s the news, what’s the news, you proud young porter
what’s the news, what’s the news, that you brung to me?
there stands a lady outside of your castle
she’s the fairest one i ever did see

“she has got a gold ring on every finger
and on one finger she has got three
and enough gay gold all around her middle
as would buy northumberland of thee
she bids you to send her a slice of bread
she bids you to send her a drink of wine
and not to forget the turkish lady
that freed you from your close confine

lord bateman he pounded his fist on the table
and he broke it in pieces one two three
saying i’ll forsake all for the turkish lady
she has crossed that old salt sea for me

o up now spoke that new bride’s mother
she never was known to speak so free
well, what’s to become of my only daughter
she has just been made a bride to thee

o i’ve done no harm to your only daughter
and she is the none of the worse for me
she rode here on a horse and saddle
and she shall leave in coach aree

- weirs

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