Lord Bateman Jean Ritchie

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[Verse 1]
Lord Bateman was a noble lord
He thought himself of a high degree
He could not rest nor be contented
Till he had sailed the old salt sea

[Verse 2]
Oh, he sailed east and he sailed to the westward
He sailed all over to the Turkish shore
There he got caught and put in prison
Never to be released any more

[Verse 3]
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

[Verse 4]
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

[Verse 5]
She took him down to the deepest cellar
She give him a drink of the strongest wine
She threw her loving little arms around him
Crying, "Oh, Lord Bateman, if you were mine"