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 w