Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Baker (with Christy Moore)

There was a who lived in this land
He being a of high degree
He left his foot down a board
And strange countries he would go see.

He's east and he's travelled west
Half the north and the south
Until he into Turkey land.
There he was taken and bound in
Until his life it weary.

And Turkey bold had one only
As fair a lady, as the eye see
She stole the key to her Daddy's
And swore Lord Baker, she set free.

Singing, have houses and you have linen,
All Northumber belongs to
would you give to Turkey's daughter
If out of prison set you free?'

Singing, 'I houses, I have linen,
All belongs to me
I would them all to you my darling,
If out of prison you set me

She's brought him down to her Daddy's
And for him was the ship of fame
And every toast that she did round him,
'I wish Baker that you were mine.'

They a vow for seven years
And seven more for to keep it
Saying 'If you don't wed with no woman
I'm I'll wed with no other man.'

And seven years been and over
And more they were rolling on
She's bundled up all her clothing
And swore Baker she would go find.

She's travelled and she's travelled West
Until she came to the palace of
is that, who is that?' called the young foot soldier
'Who knocks so gently and can't get

'Is this Lord Baker's palace?' the lady
'Or is his lordship within?'
'This is Lord palace' replied the porter,
'This day took a new bride in.'

'Well ask him send me a cut of his cake
A glass of his that been e'er so strong
And to remember the brave young
Who did him in Turkey land.'

In goes, in goes, the young soldier
down gently on his right knee
'Rise up, rise up now the young porter,
news, what news have you got for me?'

Singing, 'I have news of a arrival,
As fair a lady as the eye see
She is at the
for your charity.'

'She wears a ring on every finger,
And on the middle one where she three,
She has more gold hanging around her
Than'd buy and family.'

'She asked you send her a cut of wedding cake
A glass of your wine, it e'er so strong,
And to remember the brave lady
Who did you in Turkey land.'

Down comes, comes the new bride's mother
'What I do with my daughter dear?'
'I know your daughter, she's not covered
Nor has she shown any for me.

Your came with one pack of gold
avert her home now, with thirty-three.'
He took his sword all by the
And cut the wedding cake, in pieces
Singing a slice for the new bride's mother
A slice for me new and one for me.'

And Lord Baker, ran to his darling
Of twenty-one steps, he but three
He put his arms around Turkey's
And his true love, most tenderly.