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?