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The Loving Ballad of Lord Bateman
A Broadside Version ofi Young Beichan'
LORD BATEMAN was a noble lord, A noble lord of high degree ; He shipp'd himself all aboard of a ship, Some foreign country for to see.
He sailed east, he sailed west,
Until he came to famed Turkey, Where he was taken and put to prison,
Until his life was quite weary.
All in this prison there grew a tree,
O there it grew so stout and strong! Where he was chain'd all by the middle,
Until his life was almost gone.
This Turk he had one only daughter,
The fairest my two eyes e'er see; She stole the keys of her father's prison,
And swore Lord Bateman she would let go free.
O she took him to her father's cellar,
And gave to him the best of wine; And every health she drank unto him
Was, ' I wish, Lord Bateman, as you was mine.'