[Verse 1: Sinéad O’Connor]
There was a Lord who lived in this land
He being a Lord of high degree
He left his foot down a ship's board
And swore strange countries he would go see
[Verse 2: Sinéad O’Connor & Christy Moore]
He's travelled east and he's travelled west
Half the north and the south also
Until he arrived into Turkeyland
There he was taken and bound in prison
Until his life it grew weary
[Verse 3: Christy Moore]
And Turkey bold had one only daughter
As fair a lady, as the eye could see
She stole the key to her Daddy's harbour
And swore Lord Baker, she would set free
[Verse 4: Sinéad O’Connor]
Singing, 'You have houses and you have linen
All Northumber belongs to thee
What would you give to Turkey's daughter
If out of prison she'd set you free?'
[Verse 5: Christy Moore]
A-singin', 'I have houses, I have linen
All Northumber belongs to me
I would will them all to you my darlin'
If out of prison you set me free?'
[Verse 6: Sinéad O’Connor & Christy Moore]
She's brought him down to her Daddy's harbour
And filled for him was the ship of fame
And every toast that she did drink 'round him
'I wish Lord Baker that you were mine.'
[Verse 7: Sinéad O’Connor & Christy Moore]
They made a vow for seven years
And seven more for to keep it strong
Sayin' 'If you don't wed with no other woman
I'm sure I'll wed with no other man.'
[Verse 8: Sinéad O’Connor & Christy Moore]
And seven years been passed and over
And seven more they were rollin' on
She's bundled up all her golden clothing
And swore Lord Baker she would go find
[Verse 9: Christy Moore]
She's travelled East and she's travelled West
Until she came to the palace of fame
'Who is that, who is that?' called the young foot soldier
'Who knocks so gently and can't get in?'
[Verse 10: Sinéad O’Connor & Christy Moore]
'Is this Lord Baker's palace?' replied the lady
'Or is his lordship himself within?'
'This is Lord Baker's palace' replied the porter
'This very day took a new bride in.'
[Verse 11: Sinéad O’Connor]
'Well ask him send me a cut of his wedding cake
A glass of his wine that been e'er so strong
And to remember the brave young lady
Who did release him in Turkeyland.'
[Verse 12: Christy Moore]
In goes, in goes, the young foot soldier
Kneels down gently on his right knee
'Rise up, rise up now the brave young porter
What news, what news have you got for me?'
[Verse 13: Sinéad O’Connor & Christy Moore]
Singing, 'I have news of a grand arrival
As fair a lady as the eye could see
She is at the gate
Waiting for your charity.'
[Verse 14: Christy Moore]
'She wears a gold ring on every finger
And on the middle one where she wears three
She has more gold hanging around her middle
Than'd buy Northumber and family.'
[Verse 15: Sinéad O’Connor]
'She asked you send her a cut of your wedding cake
A glass of your wine, it been e'er so strong
And to remember the brave young lady
Who did release you in Turkey land.'
[Verse 16: Sinéad O’Connor & Christy Moore]
Down comes, down comes the new bride's mother
'What will I do with my daughter dear?'
'I know your daughter, she's not been covered
Nor has she shown any love for me
[Verse 17: Christy Moore & Sinéad O’Connor]
Your daughter came with one pack of gold
I'll avert her home now, with thirty-three.'
He took his sword all by the handle
And cut the wedding cake, in pieces three
Singing 'here's a slice for the new bride's mother
A slice for me new love and one for me.'
[Verse 18: Sinéad O’Connor & Christy Moore]
And then Lord Baker, ran to his darling
Of twenty-one steps, he made but three
He put his arms around Turkey's daughter
And kissed his true love, most tenderly
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