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 down a ship's board
And strange countries he would go see.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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