Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Baker (with Christy Moore)

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

travelled east and he's travelled west
Half the north and the also
Until he arrived Turkey land.
There he was and bound in prison
Until his it grew weary.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She's East and she's travelled West
she came to the palace of fame
'Who is that, who is that?' called the young foot
'Who knocks so gently and get in?'

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

ask him send me a cut of his wedding cake
A glass of his wine been e'er so strong
And to remember the young lady
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,
What news, what news have you got for

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

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

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

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

Your came with one pack of gold
I'll avert her now, with thirty-three.'
He his sword all by the handle
And cut the wedding cake, in three
Singing 'here's a slice for the new mother
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 arms Turkey's daughter
And kissed his love, most tenderly.