Lord Baker

There was a Lord who lived in this land

He being a Lord of high degree

He left his foot down a ship's board

And swore strange countries he would go see

He's travelled east and he's travelled west

Half the north and the south also

Until he arrived into Turkey land

There he was taken and bound in prison

Until his life it grew weary

And Turkey bold had one only daughter

As fair a lady as the eye could see

She stole the key to her Daddy's harbour

And swore Lord Baker she would set free

Singing 'You have houses and you have linen

All Northumber belongs to thee

What would you give to Turkey's daughter

If out of prison she'd set you free '

Singing 'I have houses I have linen

All Northumber belongs to me

I would will them all to you my darling

If out of prison you set me free '

She's brought him down to her Daddy'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 '

They made a vow for seven years

And seven more for to keep it strong

Saying 'If you don't wed with no other woman

I'm sure I'll wed with no other man '

And seven years been past and over

And seven more they were rolling on

She's bundled up all her golden clothing

And swore Lord Baker she would go find

She's travelled East and she's travelled West

Until she came to the palace of fame

'Who is that who is that ' called the young foot soldier

'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 that been e'er so strong

And to remember the brave young lady

Who did release him in Turkey land '

In goes in goes the young foot soldier

Kneels down gently on his right knee

'Rise up rise up now the brave young porter

What news what news have you got for me '

Singing 'I have news of a grand arrival

As fair a lady as the eye could see

She is at the gate

Waiting for your charity '

'She wears a gold ring on every finger

And on the middle one where she wears three

She has more gold hanging around her middle

Than'd buy Northumber and family '

'She asked you send her a cut of your wedding cake

A glass of your wine it been e'er so strong

And to remember the brave young lady

Who did release you in Turkey land '

Down comes down comes the new bride's mother

'What will I do with my daughter dear '

'I know your daughter she's not been covered

Nor has she shown any love for me

Your daughter came with one pack of gold

I'll avert her home now with thirty-three '

He took his sword all by the handle

And cut the wedding cake in pieces three

Singing 'here's a slice for the new bride's mother

A slice for me new love and one for me '

And then Lord Baker ran to his darling

Of twenty-one steps he made but three

He put his arms around Turkey's daughter

And kissed his true love most tenderly