Lord
Begman was a noble lord
He thought himself of a high degree
And he could not rest nor be contented
Till he had sailed the old salt sea
Well, he sailed east,
and he sailed to the westward
Sailed all over to the
Turkish shore
Where he got caught and put in prison
Never to be released anymore
Well, there grew a tree
inside of his prison
There grew a tree, both broad and high
T 'was there they took
and bound him prisoner
Till he grew weak and lied to die
Well, the warden had one only daughter
And she was fair as she could be
She stole the key to her
father's prison
Declared
Lord
Bademan that she'd set free
Well, she took him down
to the deepest cellar
And she gave him a drink of the strongest
wine
And she threw her lovin'
little arms around
him
Saying, oh,
Lord
Bateman, that you were mine
Well, made a vow,
and they made a promise
For seven long years they made it to stand
He vowed he'd marry no other lady
And she vowed she'd
marry no other man
Well, seven years has rolled around
Seven years,
but it seemed like twenty -nine
And she's packed up all of
her bright clothing
Declared
Lord
Bateman that she would fly
Well, she sailed east,
and she sailed to the westward
Sailed all over to the
England shore
And she rowed till she come to
Lord
Bateman's castle
And summons his porter right down to
the door
Oh, is this not
Lord
Bateman's castle, and this is
Lordship not within
Oh yes, oh yes,
cried the proud young porter
He's just now bringing his new bride in
Go bid him send me a slice of bread
Go bid him send me a of wine
And not to forget the
Turkish lady
Who freed him from his close confine
Well, what's the news,
you proud young porter?
What's the news that you brung me?
Well there stands a lady
outside your castle
And she's the fairest I ever did see
She has a ring on every finger
And on one finger she has got three
And enough bright gold
all around her middle
To buy
Northumberland a view
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
Who freed you from your close confine
Well up and spoke this
new bride's mother
And she was never known to speak so free
I what's to become of
my only daughter
Who's just been made a bride to thee?
Well I done no harm to
your only daughter
And she is none of the worse for me
She came here with a horse and saddle
And shall go home in cold jury
Lord
Bateman pounded his fist on the table
And he broke it into pieces,
one, two, three
Said, I'll forsake all for the
Turkish lady
Who sailed that old salt sea for me