Lord Bateman 歌词

歌曲	Lord Bateman
歌手	Jean Ritchie
专辑	Ballads from Her Appalachian Family Tradition
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	作曲 : Traditional
	Lord Bateman was a noble lord
	He thought himself of a high degree
	He could not rest nor be contented
	'Til he had sailed the old salt sea
	Oh, he sailed east and he sailed to the westward
	He sailed all over to the Turkish shore
	There he got caught and put in prison
	Never to be released anymore
	There grew a tree inside of this prison
	There grеw a tree both broad and high
	And there they took and bound him prisonеr
	'Til he grew weak and like to die
	Now the Turk he had one only daughter
	And she was fair as she could be
	She stole the keys to her father's prison
	And declared Lord Bateman she'd set free
	She took him down to the deepest cellar
	She gave him a drink of the strongest wine
	She threw her loving little arms around him
	Crying oh, Lord Bateman if you were mine
	They made a vow, they made a promise
	For seven long years they made to stand
	He swore he'd marry no other woman
	She vowed she'd marry no other man
	Well seven long years has rolled around
	Seven years and they seem like twenty-nine
	Yes, she's packed up all of her gay clothing
	And declared Lord Bateman she'd go find
	Well she sailed east and she sailed to the westward
	She sailed all over to the England shore
	She rowed 'til she come to Lord Bateman's castle
	And she summonsed his porter right down to the door
	Oh is this not Lord Bateman's castle
	And is his lordship not within?
	Oh yes, oh yes cried the proud young porter
	He's just now bringing his new bride in
	Go bid him to send me a slice of bread
	Go bid him to send me a drink of wine
	And not to forget the Turkish lady
	That freed him from his close confines
	What's the news, what's the news, you proud young porter
	What's the news, what's the news that you've brung to me
	There stands a lady outside of your castle
	She's the fairest one I ever did see
	She has got a gold ring on every finger
	And one finger she has got three
	And enough gay gold all around her middle
	As to buy Northumberland of thee
	She bids you to send her a slice of bread
	She bids you to send her a drink of wine
	And not to forget the Turkish lady
	That freed you from your close confines
	Oh up and spoke that new bride's mother
	She never was known to speak so free
	Well what's to become of my only daughter
	She has just been made a bride to thee
	Oh I've done no harm to your only daughter
	And she is the none of the worse for me
	She came to me with a horse and saddle
	And she shall go home in coacharie
	Lord Bateman he pounded his fist on the table
	And he broke it in pieces one two three
	Says I'll forsake all for the Turkish lady
	She has crossed that old salt sea for me

	zuo qu : Traditional
	Lord Bateman was a noble lord
	He thought himself of a high degree
	He could not rest nor be contented
	' Til he had sailed the old salt sea
	Oh, he sailed east and he sailed to the westward
	He sailed all over to the Turkish shore
	There he got caught and put in prison
	Never to be released anymore
	There grew a tree inside of this prison
	There gr w a tree both broad and high
	And there they took and bound him prison r
	' Til he grew weak and like to die
	Now the Turk he had one only daughter
	And she was fair as she could be
	She stole the keys to her father' s prison
	And declared Lord Bateman she' d set free
	She took him down to the deepest cellar
	She gave him a drink of the strongest wine
	She threw her loving little arms around him
	Crying oh, Lord Bateman if you were mine
	They made a vow, they made a promise
	For seven long years they made to stand
	He swore he' d marry no other woman
	She vowed she' d marry no other man
	Well seven long years has rolled around
	Seven years and they seem like twenty-nine
	Yes, she' s packed up all of her gay clothing
	And declared Lord Bateman she' d go find
	Well she sailed east and she sailed to the westward
	She sailed all over to the England shore
	She rowed ' til she come to Lord Bateman' s castle
	And she summonsed his porter right down to the door
	Oh is this not Lord Bateman' s castle
	And is his lordship not within?
	Oh yes, oh yes cried the proud young porter
	He' s just now bringing his new bride in
	Go bid him to send me a slice of bread
	Go bid him to send me a drink of wine
	And not to forget the Turkish lady
	That freed him from his close confines
	What' s the news, what' s the news, you proud young porter
	What' s the news, what' s the news that you' ve brung to me
	There stands a lady outside of your castle
	She' s the fairest one I ever did see
	She has got a gold ring on every finger
	And one finger she has got three
	And enough gay gold all around her middle
	As to buy Northumberland of thee
	She bids you to send her a slice of bread
	She bids you to send her a drink of wine
	And not to forget the Turkish lady
	That freed you from your close confines
	Oh up and spoke that new bride' s mother
	She never was known to speak so free
	Well what' s to become of my only daughter
	She has just been made a bride to thee
	Oh I' ve done no harm to your only daughter
	And she is the none of the worse for me
	She came to me with a horse and saddle
	And she shall go home in coacharie
	Lord Bateman he pounded his fist on the table
	And he broke it in pieces one two three
	Says I' ll forsake all for the Turkish lady
	She has crossed that old salt sea for me

	zuò qǔ : Traditional
	Lord Bateman was a noble lord
	He thought himself of a high degree
	He could not rest nor be contented
	' Til he had sailed the old salt sea
	Oh, he sailed east and he sailed to the westward
	He sailed all over to the Turkish shore
	There he got caught and put in prison
	Never to be released anymore
	There grew a tree inside of this prison
	There gr w a tree both broad and high
	And there they took and bound him prison r
	' Til he grew weak and like to die
	Now the Turk he had one only daughter
	And she was fair as she could be
	She stole the keys to her father' s prison
	And declared Lord Bateman she' d set free
	She took him down to the deepest cellar
	She gave him a drink of the strongest wine
	She threw her loving little arms around him
	Crying oh, Lord Bateman if you were mine
	They made a vow, they made a promise
	For seven long years they made to stand
	He swore he' d marry no other woman
	She vowed she' d marry no other man
	Well seven long years has rolled around
	Seven years and they seem like twenty-nine
	Yes, she' s packed up all of her gay clothing
	And declared Lord Bateman she' d go find
	Well she sailed east and she sailed to the westward
	She sailed all over to the England shore
	She rowed ' til she come to Lord Bateman' s castle
	And she summonsed his porter right down to the door
	Oh is this not Lord Bateman' s castle
	And is his lordship not within?
	Oh yes, oh yes cried the proud young porter
	He' s just now bringing his new bride in
	Go bid him to send me a slice of bread
	Go bid him to send me a drink of wine
	And not to forget the Turkish lady
	That freed him from his close confines
	What' s the news, what' s the news, you proud young porter
	What' s the news, what' s the news that you' ve brung to me
	There stands a lady outside of your castle
	She' s the fairest one I ever did see
	She has got a gold ring on every finger
	And one finger she has got three
	And enough gay gold all around her middle
	As to buy Northumberland of thee
	She bids you to send her a slice of bread
	She bids you to send her a drink of wine
	And not to forget the Turkish lady
	That freed you from your close confines
	Oh up and spoke that new bride' s mother
	She never was known to speak so free
	Well what' s to become of my only daughter
	She has just been made a bride to thee
	Oh I' ve done no harm to your only daughter
	And she is the none of the worse for me
	She came to me with a horse and saddle
	And she shall go home in coacharie
	Lord Bateman he pounded his fist on the table
	And he broke it in pieces one two three
	Says I' ll forsake all for the Turkish lady
	She has crossed that old salt sea for me

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