For the notes to this beautiful Poem, see the end of the work.
[Illustration: Lord Bateman as he appeared previous to his embarkation.]
[Illustration: The Turk’s only daughter approaches to mitigate the sufferings of Lord Bateman!—]
II.
He sail-ed east, he sail-ed
vest,
Until he come
to famed Tur-key,
Vere he vos taken, and put
to prisin,
Until his life
was quite wea-ry.
III.
All in this prisin there grew
a tree,
O! there it grew
so stout and strong,
Vere he vos chain-ed all by
the middle
Until his life
vos almost gone.
[Illustration: The Turk’s daughter expresses a wish as Lord Bateman was hers.]
IV.
This Turk[2] he had one ounly
darter,
The fairest my
two eyes e’er see,
She steele the keys of her
father’s prisin,
And swore Lord
Bateman she would let go free.
V.
O she took him to her father’s
cellar,
And guv to him
the best of vine;
And ev’ry holth she
dronk unto him,
Vos, “I
vish Lord Bateman as you vos mine!"[3]
[Illustration: The “Wow.”]
VI.
“O have you got houses,
have you got land,
And does Northumberland
belong to thee?
And what would you give to
the fair young lady
As out of prisin
would let you go free?”
VII.
“O I’ve got houses,
and I’ve got land,
And half Northumberland
belongs to me;
And I vill give it all to
the fair young lady
As out of prisin
vould let me go free.”
[Illustration: The Turk’s daughter, bidding his Lordship farewell, is impressed with a foreboding that she will see him no more!—]
VIII.
“O in sevin long years,
I’ll make a wow
For sevin long
years, and keep it strong,[4]
That if you’ll ved no
other voman,
O I vill v-e-ed no other
man.”
IX.
O She took him to her father’s
harbour,
And guv to him
a ship of fame,
Saying, “Farevell, Farevell
to you, Lord Bateman,
I fear I ne-e-ever
shall see you agen.”
[Illustration: The Proud young Porter answers the door—]
X.
Now sevin long years is gone
and past,
And fourteen days
vell known to me;[5]
She packed up all her gay
clouthing,
And swore Lord
Bateman she would go see.
XI.
O ven she arrived at Lord
Bateman’s castle,
How bouldly then
she rang the bell,
“Who’s there!
who’s there!” cries the proud young porter,
“O come,
unto me pray quickly tell.”
[Illustration: The Proud young Porter in Lord Bateman’s State Apartment]
XII.
“O! is this here Lord
Bateman’s castle,
And is his lordship
here vithin?”
“O Yes! O yes!”
cries the proud young porter;
“He’s
just now takin’ his young bride in.”