Lyrics:

There was a lord who lived in this land

Being a lord of high degree

He left his foot down a ship's board

And swore strange countries that he would go see



He traveled East and he traveled West

He traveled North and 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 dad-oh's harbour

And swore Lord Baker she would set free



Singing you have houses and you have linen

And all Northumber belongs to thee

What would give you to Turkey's daughter

If out of prison she'd set you free?



Singin' I have houses, and I have linen

All Northumber 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 dad-oh'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



She's brought him down to her dad-oh'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 will wed with no other man



And seven years been passed and over

And seven more they were rolling on

She has bundled up all her gold and clothing

And swore Lord Baker she would go find



She traveled East and she traveled West

Till she came to the palace of fame

Who's 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

A glass of his wine it been e'er so strong

And to remember a 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 now my bold young porter

What news, what news have you brought to me?



Singing I have news of a grand arrival

As fair as 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'd buy Northumber and family



She asks you send her a cut of your wedding cake

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

And to remember a brave young lady

Who did release you in Turkey land



He took his sword all by the handle

Cut the wedding cake in pieces three

Singing here's a piece for Turkey's daughter

Here's a piece for the new bride and one for me



Down comes, down comes the new bride's mother

What will I do with my daughter dear?

Your daughter came with one bag of gold

I'll let her to 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 round Turkey's daughter

And kissed his true love most tenderly