Lord Baker Lyrics

There was a lord who lived in this land

Being a lord of high degree

He left his foot down on a ship's board

And swore strange countries he would go see

He travelled east and travelled west

He travelled 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

Oh Turkey Bold had one only daughter

As fair a lady as the eye could see

She stole the key to her father's harbour

And swore Lord Baker she would set free

Singing you have houses and you have linen

And all North Humber belongs to thee

What would you give to the good king's daughter

If out of prison she'd set you free

Singing I have houses and I have linen

And all North Humber 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 father'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 passed over

And seven more, they were rolling on

She's bundled up all her gold and clothing

And swore Lord Baker she would go find

She travelled east and travelled west

Until she came to the palace of fame

Who is 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

And a glass of 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, in goes the porter

And kneels down gently on his right knee

Rise up, rise up, my bold young porter

What news, what news have you brought to 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 she wears three

She has more gold hung around her middle

Than would buy North Humber and family

She asks you send her a cut of your wedding cake

A glass of your wine that'd been e'er so strong

And to remember that 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

Your daughter came with one pack of gold

I'll avert her 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 around Turkey's daughter

And kissed his true love most tenderly