Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Baker (with Christy Moore)

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

He's travelled east and he's west
the north and the south also
Until he arrived into land.
There he was taken and bound in
his life it grew 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 houses and you have linen,
All belongs to thee
What would you to Turkey's daughter
If out of she'd set you free?'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In goes, in goes, the young soldier
Kneels gently on his right knee
'Rise up, rise up now the young porter,
What news, what have you got for me?'

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

wears a gold ring on every finger,
And on the middle one where she three,
She has more gold hanging her middle
Than'd buy and family.'

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

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

daughter came with one pack of gold
I'll her home now, with thirty-three.'
He took his sword all by the
And cut the wedding cake, in three
Singing 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 arms around daughter
And kissed his love, most tenderly.