Traditonal (From the singing of John Reilly)
There was a Lord who lived in this land
He being a Lord of high degree
He left his foot down on a ship’s board
And swore strange countries he would go find
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
Turkey bold had one only daughter
As fair a lady as the eye could see
She stole the key to her Dado’s harbour
And swore lord baker she would set free
Singing you have houses and you have linen
All North Humber belongs to thee
What would you give to the Kings good 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 the King of Turkey’s daughter
Of out of prison she’d set me free
She’s brought him down to her Dado’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 for seven more 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 and 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’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
This is Lord Baker’s palace replied the soldier
This very day he took a new bride in
Well ask him send me a cut of his wedding cake
And a glass of his wine it being e’er so strong
And to remember the King’s young daughter
Who did release him in Turkey Land
In goes in goes the young foot soldier
And kneels down gently on his right knee
Rise up rise up my young foot soldier
What news what news have you got for me?
Singing I have news of a grand arrival
A 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 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 it being e’er so strong
And to remember the King’s young daughter
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 own that 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 his wedding cake in pieces three
Singing here is one slice for the new bride’s Mother
A slice for my 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