Lord Bateman was a noble lord,
A noble lord of high degree,
He has shipped himself all on board a ship,
Some foreign lands he would go and see.

Now he sailed East, and he sailed West,
Until he came to proud Turkey.
Where he was taken and put in prison
Until his life was quite weary.

This Turk, he had one only daughter,
The fairest lady your eyes might see.
And she's stolen the keys of Lord Bateman's prison
She said Lord Bateman she would set free.

"Have you got houses, have you got lands?
And does Northumberland belong to thee?
And what would you give to the fair young lady,
Who out of prison would set you free?"

"Oh I've got houses and I've got lands,
And half Northumberland belongs to me;
And I'd give it all to the fair young lady,
Who out of prison would set me free."

She's brought for him a piece of bread
Likewise a bottle of the very best wine.
"Now don't you forget that fair young lady
That did release you when close confined."

For seven years I will make a vow,
These seven years I will keep it strong;
That if you will wed with no other lady
Then I'll wed no other man."

She's taken him to her father's harbour,
And found for him a ship of fame:
"Farewell, farewell to you, Lord Bateman,
I fear I never shall see you again."

These seven years, they were not past
Years had passed only two or three
When she's packed up all of her gay clothing,
She said Lord Bateman she would go see.

When she arrived at Bateman's hall,
So loudly she did ring the bell.
"Who's there? Who's there?" cried the proud young porter,
"Who is there, come to me tell."

"Tell me, is this Lord Bateman's hall?
And is Lord Bateman here within?"
"Why yes! Why yes!" cried the proud young porter,
"He's just now taken his new bride in."

"Tell him to bring me a slice of bread,
Likewise a bottle of the best of wine;
And not to forget the fair young lady
That did release him when close confined."

"What news, what news," now said Lord Bateman
"Say, what news have you brought to me?"
"Why, there is waiting the fairest lady
That ever these two eyes did see."

"She says to bring her a slice of bread,
Likewise a bottle of the very best wine;
And not to forget the fair young lady,
That did release you when close confined."

Lord Bateman arose all in a passion,
He's broken his sword in splinters three;
"O I'd give up all my lands and riches
If my Sophia has crossed the sea."

Then up and spoke the young bride's mother
Who never was heard to speak so free:
"What will you give to my only daughter
If your Sophia's crossed the sea?"

"I own I wed your only daughter;
She's neither the better nor worse for me.
She came here on a horse and saddle
But she'll go home in a carriage and three."

Lord Bateman's arranged another wedding,
With both their hearts so full of glee.
"O never again will I range the ocean
Now my Sophia has crossed the sea."