The Loving Ballad Of Lord Bateman Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BACA DAEA AFGH IAEA IJKJ LAAA LAAA MFEN IOEP QARA GSIS GTIT UJAJ IAIA IAAA IAGG UJAJ GALA IAIA IAGA VAWAChild vol ii Cockney copy | A |
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Lord Bateman was a noble lord | B |
A noble lord of high degree | A |
He shipped himself all aboard of a ship | C |
Some foreign country for to see | A |
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He sailed east he sailed west | D |
Until he came to famed Turkey | A |
Where he was taken and put to prison | E |
Until his life was quite weary | A |
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All in this prison there grew a tree | A |
O there it grew so stout and strong | F |
Where he was chained all by the middle | G |
Until his life was almost gone | H |
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This Turk he had one only daughter | I |
The fairest my two eyes eer see | A |
She steal the keys of her father's prison | E |
And swore Lord Bateman she would let go free | A |
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O she took him to her father's cellar | I |
And gave to him the best of wine | J |
And every health she drank unto him | K |
Was I wish Lord Bateman as you was mine | J |
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O have you got houses have you got land | L |
And does Northumberland belong to thee | A |
And what would you give to the fair young lady | A |
As out of prison would let you go free | A |
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O I've got houses and I've got land | L |
And half Northumberland belongs to me | A |
And I will give it all to the fair young lady | A |
As out of prison would let me go free | A |
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O in seven long years I'll make a vow | M |
For seven long years and keep it strong | F |
That if you'll wed no other woman | E |
O I will wed no other man | N |
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O she took him to her father's harbor | I |
And gave to him a ship of fame | O |
Saying Farewell farewell to you Lord Bateman | E |
I fear I shall never see you again | P |
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Now seven long years is gone and past | Q |
And fourteen days well known to me | A |
She packed up all her gay clothing | R |
And swore Lord Bateman she would go see | A |
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O when she arrived at Lord Bateman's castle | G |
How boldly then she rang the bell | S |
Who's there who's there cries the proud young porter | I |
O come unto me pray quickly tell | S |
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O is this here Lord Bateman's castle | G |
And is his lordship here within | T |
O yes O yes cries the proud young porter | I |
He's just now taking his young bride in | T |
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O bid him to send me a slice of bread | U |
And a bottle of the very best wine | J |
And not forgetting the fair young lady | A |
As did release him when close confine | J |
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O away and away went this proud young porter | I |
O away and away and away went he | A |
Until he came to Lord Bateman's chamber | I |
Where he went down on his bended knee | A |
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What news what news my proud young porter | I |
What news what news come tell to me | A |
O there is the fairest young lady | A |
As ever my two eyes did see | A |
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She has got rings on every finger | I |
And on one finger she has got three | A |
With as much gay gold about her middle | G |
As would buy half Northumberlee | G |
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O she bids you to send her a slice of bread | U |
And a bottle of the very best wine | J |
And not forgetting the fair young lady | A |
As did release you when close confine | J |
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Lord Bateman then in passion flew | G |
And broke his sword in splinters three | A |
Saying I will give half of my father's land | L |
If so be as Sophia has crossed the sea | A |
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Then up and spoke this young bride's mother | I |
Who never was heard to speak so free | A |
Saying You'll not forget my only daughter | I |
If so be Sophia has crossed the sea | A |
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O it's true I made a bride of your daughter | I |
But she's neither the better nor the worse for me | A |
She came to me with a horse and saddle | G |
But she may go home in a coach and three | A |
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Lord Bateman then prepared another marriage | V |
With both their hearts so full of glee | A |
Saying I will roam no more to foreign countries | W |
Now that Sophia has crossed the sea | A |
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