Christy Moore Follow

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 traveled East and he's traveled 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 harbor
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 harbor
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 traveled East and she's traveled 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 North umber 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

He being a Lord of high degree
He left his foot down a ship's board