Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Baker (with Christy Moore)

There was a Lord who in this land
He a Lord of high degree
He left his foot down a ship's
And strange countries he would go see.

travelled east and he's travelled west
Half the north and the south
Until he arrived into land.
There he was taken and in prison
Until his it grew weary.

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

Singing, 'You have and you have linen,
All Northumber to thee
What would you give to daughter
If out of prison she'd set you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'She wears a gold 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 your wedding
A of your wine, it been e'er so strong,
And to the brave young 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, not been covered
Nor has she any love for me.

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

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