The Loving Ballad of Lord Bateman | Page 2

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."
XIII.

"O! bid him to send me a slice of bread,
And a bottle of the wery best
vine,
And not forgettin' the fair young lady
As did release him ven
close confine."
[Illustration: The young bride's Mother is heard (for the first time) to
speak freely]
XIV.
O! avay and avay vent this proud young porter,
O! avay and avay and
avay vent he,[6]
Until he come to Lord Bateman's charmber,
Ven
he vent down on his bended knee.
XV.
"Vot news, vot news, my proud young porter,[7]
Vot news, vot news,
come tell to me?"
"O there is the fairest young lady
As ever my two
eyes did see.
[Illustration: The young bride comes on a horse and saddle]
XVI.
"She has got rings on ev'ry finger,
And on one finger she has got
three:
Vith as much gay gould about her middle
As would buy half
Northumberlee.
XVII.
"O she bids you to send her a slice of bread
And a bottle of the wery
best vine,
And not forgettin' the fair young lady
As did release you
ven close confine."
[Illustration:--And goes home in a coach and three----]
XVIII.

Lord Bateman then in passion flew,
And broke his sword in splinters
three,[8]
Saying, "I vill give half my father's land
If so be as
Sophia[9] has crossed the sea."
XIX.
Then up and spoke this young bride's mother,
Who never vos heerd to
speak so free:[10]
Sayin, "You'll not forget my ounly darter,
If so
be as Sophia has crossed the sea."
[Illustration: Lord Bateman, his other bride, and his favorite domestic,
with all their hearts so full of glee.]
XX.
"O it's true I made a bride of your darter,
But she's neither the better
nor the vorse for me;
She came to me with a horse and saddle,
But
she may go home in a coach and three."
XXI.
Lord Bateman then prepared another marriage,
With both their hearts
so full of glee,
Saying, "I vill roam no more to foreign countries

Now that Sophia has crossed the sea."[11]
THE END.
NOTES.
[Footnote 1:
Some foreign country for to see.
The reader is here in six words artfully made acquainted with Lord
Bateman's character and temperament.--Of a roving, wandering, and
unsettled spirit, his Lordship left his native country, bound he knew not
whither. Some foreign country he wished to see, and that was the extent
of his desire; any foreign country would answer his purpose--all foreign

countries were alike to him. He was a citizen of the world, and upon the
world of waters, sustained by the daring and reckless impulses of his
heart, he boldly launched. For anything, from pitch-and-toss upwards to
manslaughter, his Lordship was prepared. Lord Bateman's character at
this time, and his expedition, would appear to Have borne a striking
resemblance to those of Lord Byron.
His goblets brimmed with every costly wine,
And all that mote to
luxury invite.
Without a sigh he left to cross the brine,
And traverse
Paynim shores, and pass earth's central line.
CHILDE HAROLD, CANTO I.]
[Footnote 2:
This Turk he had, &c.
The poet has here, by that bold license which only genius can venture
upon, surmounted the extreme difficulty of introducing any particular
Turk, by assuming a fore-gone conclusion in the reader's mind, and
adverting in a casual, careless way to a Turk unknown, as to an old
acquaintance. "This Turk he had--" We have heard