Lord Baker

There was a lord who lived in this land Being a lord of high degree He left his foot down a ship's board And swore strange countries that he would go see He traveled East and he traveled West He traveled North and South also Until he arrived into Turkey land There he was taken and bound in prison Until his life it grew weary Oh Turkey bold had one only daughter As fair a lady as the eye could see She stole the key to her dad-oh's harbour And swore Lord Baker she would set free Singing you have houses and you have linen And all Northumber belongs to thee What would give you to Turkey's daughter If out of prison she'd set you free? Singin' I have houses, and I have linen All Northumber belongs to me I would will them all to you my darling If out of prison you'd set me free She's brought him down to her dad-oh's harbour And filled for him was the ship of fame And every toast that she did drink round him I wish Lord Baker that you were mine She's brought him down to her dad-oh's harbour And filled for him was the ship of fame And every toast that she did drink round him I wish Lord Baker that you were mine And seven more for to keep it strong Saying if you don't wed with no other woman I'm sure will wed with no other man And seven years been passed and over And seven more they were rolling on She has bundled up all her gold and clothing And swore Lord Baker she would go find She traveled East and she traveled West Till she came to the palace of fame Who's that, who's that, cried the bold young porter Who knocks so gently and can't get in? Is this Lord Baker's palace, replied the lady Or is his lordship himself within? This is Lord Baker's palace, replied the porter This very day took a new bride in Well ask him send me a cut of his wedding cake A glass of his wine it been e'er so strong And to remember a brave young lady Who did release him in Turkey land In goes, in goes, in goes the porter And kneels down gently on his right knee Rise up, rise up now my bold young porter What news, what news have you brought to me? Singing I have news of a grand arrival As fair as lady as the eye could see She is at the gate waiting for your charity And on the middle one where she wears three She has more gold hung around her middle Than'd buy Northumber and family She asks you send her a cut of your wedding cake A glass of your wine it'd been e'er so strong And to remember a brave young lady Who did release you in Turkey land He took his sword all by the handle Cut the wedding cake in pieces three Singing here's a piece for Turkey's daughter Here's a piece for the new bride and one for me Down comes, down comes the new bride's mother What will I do with my daughter dear? Your daughter came with one bag of gold I'll let her to home love with thirty-three And then Lord Baker ran to his darling Of twenty-one steps he made but three He put his arms round Turkey's daughter And kissed his true love most tenderly