Lirik Lagu Lord Baker (with Christy Moore) - Sinead O'Connor
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There was a Lord who lived in this landHe being a Lord of high degreeHe left his foot down a ship's boardAnd swore strange countries he would go see.
He's travelled east and he's travelled westHalf the north and the south alsoUntil he arrived into Turkey land.There he was taken and bound in prisonUntil his life it grew weary.
And Turkey bold had one only daughterAs fair a lady, as the eye could seeShe stole the key to her Daddy's harbourAnd swore Lord Baker, she would set free.
Singing, 'You have houses and you have linen,All Northumber belongs to theeWhat would you give to Turkey's daughterIf out of prison she'd set you free?'
Singing, 'I have houses, I have linen,All Northumber belongs to meI would will them all to you my darling,If out of prison you set me free?'
She's brought him down to her Daddy's harbourAnd filled for him was the ship of fameAnd every toast that she did drink round him,'I wish Lord Baker that you were mine.'
They made a vow for seven yearsAnd seven more for to keep it strongSaying 'If you don't wed with no other womanI'm sure I'll wed with no other man.'
And seven years been past and overAnd seven more they were rolling onShe's bundled up all her golden clothingAnd swore Lord Baker she would go find.
She's travelled East and she's travelled WestUntil she came to the palace of fame'Who is that, who is that?' called the young foot soldier'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 cakeA glass of his wine that been e'er so strongAnd to remember the brave young ladyWho did release him in Turkey land.'
In goes, in goes, the young foot soldierKneels down gently on his right knee'Rise up, rise up now the brave young porter,What news, what news have you got for me?'
Singing, 'I have news of a grand arrival,As fair a lady as the eye could seeShe is at the gateWaiting for your charity.'
'She wears a gold ring on every finger,And on the middle one where she wears three,She has more gold hanging around her middleThan'd buy Northumber and family.'
'She asked you send her a cut of your wedding cakeA glass of your wine, it been e'er so strong,And to remember the brave young ladyWho did release you in Turkey land.'
Down comes, down comes the new bride's mother'What will I do with my daughter dear?''I know your daughter, she's not been coveredNor has she shown any love for me.
Your daughter came with one pack of goldI'll avert her home now, with thirty-three.'He took his sword all by the handleAnd cut the wedding cake, in pieces threeSinging 'here's a slice for the new bride's motherA slice for me new love and one for me.'
And then Lord Baker, ran to his darlingOf twenty-one steps, he made but threeHe put his arms around Turkey's daughterAnd kissed his true love, most tenderly.
He's travelled east and he's travelled westHalf the north and the south alsoUntil he arrived into Turkey land.There he was taken and bound in prisonUntil his life it grew weary.
And Turkey bold had one only daughterAs fair a lady, as the eye could seeShe stole the key to her Daddy's harbourAnd swore Lord Baker, she would set free.
Singing, 'You have houses and you have linen,All Northumber belongs to theeWhat would you give to Turkey's daughterIf out of prison she'd set you free?'
Singing, 'I have houses, I have linen,All Northumber belongs to meI would will them all to you my darling,If out of prison you set me free?'
She's brought him down to her Daddy's harbourAnd filled for him was the ship of fameAnd every toast that she did drink round him,'I wish Lord Baker that you were mine.'
They made a vow for seven yearsAnd seven more for to keep it strongSaying 'If you don't wed with no other womanI'm sure I'll wed with no other man.'
And seven years been past and overAnd seven more they were rolling onShe's bundled up all her golden clothingAnd swore Lord Baker she would go find.
She's travelled East and she's travelled WestUntil she came to the palace of fame'Who is that, who is that?' called the young foot soldier'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 cakeA glass of his wine that been e'er so strongAnd to remember the brave young ladyWho did release him in Turkey land.'
In goes, in goes, the young foot soldierKneels down gently on his right knee'Rise up, rise up now the brave young porter,What news, what news have you got for me?'
Singing, 'I have news of a grand arrival,As fair a lady as the eye could seeShe is at the gateWaiting for your charity.'
'She wears a gold ring on every finger,And on the middle one where she wears three,She has more gold hanging around her middleThan'd buy Northumber and family.'
'She asked you send her a cut of your wedding cakeA glass of your wine, it been e'er so strong,And to remember the brave young ladyWho did release you in Turkey land.'
Down comes, down comes the new bride's mother'What will I do with my daughter dear?''I know your daughter, she's not been coveredNor has she shown any love for me.
Your daughter came with one pack of goldI'll avert her home now, with thirty-three.'He took his sword all by the handleAnd cut the wedding cake, in pieces threeSinging 'here's a slice for the new bride's motherA slice for me new love and one for me.'
And then Lord Baker, ran to his darlingOf twenty-one steps, he made but threeHe put his arms around Turkey's daughterAnd kissed his true love, most tenderly.
