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Lord Akeman was a noble lord,
A noble lord of high degree,
He shipped himself on board of a vessel
Foreign countries for to go and see.

He sailed East and he sailed West
Until he came to proud Turkey.
'Twas there he was taken and put in prison
Until his life was most weary.

By the side of the prison there grew a tree,
It grew so mighty, stout and long.
He was tied to that right round his middle
Until his life was almost gone.

The gaoler had one only daughter,
One of the fairest creatures I have ever seen.
She stole the keys of her father's prison,
And said Lord Akeman she would set free.

Have you got houses, or have you got land?
Or is any of Northumberland belongs to thee?
What would you give to any fair maiden
Who from this prison would set you free?

Yes, I've got houses and I've got land,
And half Northumberland belongs to me.
I would give it all to any lady
Who from this prison would set me free.

Seven long years they made a promise,
And fourteen days he kept [to keep] it strong:
If you don't wed with no other woman,
Sure I won't wed with no other man.

0 seven long years have passed and over,
And fourteen days being well known to her,
She packed up her mosky clothing,
And she said Lord Akeman she'd go to see.

And when she sees Lord Akeman's castle
So merrily she rang the bell.
Who's there, who's there? asked the proud young porter,
I pray now unto me tell.

Is Lord Akeman within? she says.
Or is her ladyship within that hall?
0 yes, 0 yes, says the proud young porter,
It's just after bringing a young bride in.

Go tell him to send me a slice of his best bread,
And a bottle of his best wine,
And not to forget the fair young maiden
Who released him from his close confine.

Away, away ran the proud young porter,
Down on his knees he fell to pray,
Saying: I have seen one of the fairest creatures
That ever my eyes would wish to see.

On every finger she has rings,
And on one of them she has got three,
And the golden robes around her middle,
I know Northumberland belongs to she.

Lord Akeman rose then in a passion
And threw his sword in pieces three,

Saying: I'll go no more to foreign countries
Since young Sophia have a-crossed the sea.

Then up speaks the young bride's mother,
Who was never known to speak so free,
Saying: Are you going to leave my daughter
Since young Sophia have a-crossed the sea?

I own my bride I made out of your daughter,
It's neither the better nor the worse for thee.
She came to me in a horse and saddle
And I'll send her home in a coach and three.

As they steered East, as they steered West,
We steered to proud Turkey shore,
Where he was taken and put in: prison
'Til he could hear or see no more.

They bored a hole in his left shoulder,
And in the hole they planted a tree.
They had him chained all by the middle
Until his life was quite weary.

The Turkish king had one only daughter,
One only daughter of a high degree,
She stole the keys of her father's treasure,
And said Lord Bateman she would set free.

Where she went down in her father's cellar,
Dipped up a jug of the clearest wine,
And every health they drank to each other,
Saying, I wish, Lord Bateman, that you were mine.

Seven years they made a vow,
Seven more on it to stand.
He said he'd wed no other lady
Till Susie [Sophie] Hines had wed a man.

And seven years being nearly ended,
And seven more it's going three,
When she packed up all her rich, gay clothing,
And said Lord Bateman she would go see.
She went down on her father's quay,
She hired a ship, a ship of fame,
As she packed up all her rich gay clothing,
And said Lord Bateman she would go see.

0 when she came to Lord Bateman's castle,
Rapped so boldly at the ring.
Who's there, who's there? cries the young proud porter,
Rap so boldly, but can't come in.

Is this Lord Bateman's castle? she cries,
Or is the lord himself within?
0 yes, 0 yes, cries the young proud porter,
This very day brought a young bride in.

Away, away goes the young proud porter,
As fast as lightning away goes he,
Until he came to Lord Bateman's chamber,
Down on his bended knees he fell.

0 seven years, my lord, I have served you,
Seven more it's going and three,
The fairest lady stands at your castle
That ever my two eyes have seen.

She has gold rings on every finger,
And on her middle one she has three,

She got more gold clothing around her middle
Would Lord Bateman and your castle free.

She told you to send one cut of your bread
And a bottle of your wine so strong,
And not to forget that young fair lady
That set you free from your iron bands.

He stamped his feet all on the plancheon,
And he bent the table in splinters three.
I'm gojng to forsake my wedded wife,
Since Sophie Hines has crossed the sea.

Then up speaks this young bride's mother,
These very words to him did say:
Are you going to forsake your wedded wife,
Since Sophie Hines has crossed the sea?

Your daughter she is but tall and handsome,
She is well featured in every degree,
She came to me in a horse and saddle,
She will go home in a coach and three.

Lady Margaret was sitting in her bower one day
And Knight William on her knee.
My father he will think it a deep, deep disgrace,
Young William, if I wed with thee.

You'd better mind what you're saying, Lady Margaret, he said,
You'd better mind what you're saying to me,
For before three days they are to an end,
A rakish wedding you may see.

Lady Margaret was sitting in her bower next day,
Combing her yellow hair,
And who should she spy there a-riding up close by,
Was Knight William and his lady fair.

She threw away her ivory tooth-comb,
She tossed back her yellow hair,
And out of her bower this fair lady ran
And she was never more seen there.

Young William he woke in the middle of the night,
And unto his lady did say:
Saying: I must go to see Lady Margaret, says he,
By the lief of you, lady.

For I dreamed a dream, a terrible dream,
I'm afraid it's not for our good.
I dreamed that my love was entangled with a swan
And my bride's bed flowing with blood.

I dreamed that I saw Lady Margaret, he said,
Standing at my bed-feet,
Saying: The lily and the rose they are covered up with clothes,
And I am in my cold winding-sheet.

He rode till he came to Lady Margaret's bower,
Where so loudly he knocked at the ring,
And none was so ready as her youngest brother there,
He came down in deep mourning.

What mourn you, -what mourn you, Knight William? he said,
What mourn you so deeply unto me?
0 we are in mourning for our sister dear,
Who died for loving of thee.

0 who might eat some of her cake, he did say,
Or who might drink some of her wine,
Or who might ever live 'til this time tomorrow night,
He will drink some of mine.

Lady Margaret she died in the middle of the night,
And so did Knight William, the Squire.
And out of Lady Margaret there sprung a rose
And out of young William a briar.

And now our love-wars are all at an end,
And all things must be forgot,
For the branch and the briar they both grew up together
And they tied in a true lovers' knot.
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भाषा: हिन्दीअंग्रेज़ी
शैलीEthnic/Folk
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जोड़ाMarch 9th, 2019
आखरी अपडेटMarch 6th, 2022
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