Tonalité : G major
Verse 1
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Begman was a noble lord
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He thought himself of a high degree
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And he could not rest nor be contented
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Till he had sailed the old salt sea
Well, he sailed east,
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and he sailed to the westward
Sailed all over to the
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Turkish shore
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Where he got caught and put in prison
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Never to be released anymore
Well, there grew a tree
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inside of his prison
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There grew a tree, both broad and high
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T 'was there they took
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and bound him prisoner
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Till he grew weak and lied to die
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Well, the warden had one only daughter
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And she was fair as she could be
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She stole the key to her
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father's prison
Declared
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Lord
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Bademan that she'd set free
Well, she took him down
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to the deepest cellar
And she gave him a drink of the strongest
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wine
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And she threw her lovin'
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little arms around
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him
Saying, oh,
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Lord
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Bateman, that you were mine
Well, made a vow,
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and they made a promise
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For seven long years they made it to stand
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He vowed he'd marry no other lady
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And she vowed she'd
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marry no other man
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Well, seven years has rolled around
Seven years,
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but it seemed like twenty -nine
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And she's packed up all of
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her bright clothing
Declared
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Lord
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Bateman that she would fly
Well, she sailed east,
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and she sailed to the westward
Sailed all over to the
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England shore
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And she rowed till she come to
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Lord
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Bateman's castle
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And summons his porter right down to
the door
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Oh, is this not
Lord
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Bateman's castle, and this is
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Lordship not within
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Oh yes, oh yes,
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cried the proud young porter
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He's just now bringing his new bride in
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Go bid him send me a slice of bread
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Go bid him send me a of wine
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And not to forget the
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Turkish lady
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Who freed him from his close confine
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Well, what's the news,
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you proud young porter?
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What's the news that you brung me?
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Well there stands a lady
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outside your castle
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And she's the fairest I ever did see
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She has a ring on every finger
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And on one finger she has got three
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And enough bright gold
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all around her middle
To buy
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Northumberland a view
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She bids you to send her a slice of bread
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She bids you to send her a drink of wine
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And not to forget the
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Turkish lady
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Who freed you from your close confine
Well up and spoke this
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Em
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new bride's mother
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And she was never known to speak so free
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I what's to become of
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my only daughter
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Who's just been made a bride to thee?
Em
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Well I done no harm to
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your only daughter
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And she is none of the worse for me
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She came here with a horse and saddle
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And shall go home in cold jury
Lord
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Bateman pounded his fist on the table
And he broke it into pieces,
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one, two, three
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Said, I'll forsake all for the
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Turkish lady
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Who sailed that old salt sea for me
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