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Sinéad O'Connor( Sinead OConnor )
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Lord Baker (with Christy Moore)
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
He's traveled East and he's traveled West Half the North and the south also Until he arrived into Turkey land There he was taken and bound in prison Until his life, it grew weary
And Turkey bold had one only daughter As fair a lady, as the eye could see She stole the key to her Daddy's harbor And swore Lord Baker, she would set free
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'
Singing ‽I have houses, I have linen All Northumber belongs to me I would will them all to you, my darling If out of prison you set me freeâ€
She's brought him down to her Daddy's harbor 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
They made a vow for seven years And seven more for to keep it strong Saying, ‽If you don't wed with no other woman I'm sure I'll wed with no other manâ€
And seven years been past and over And seven more, they were rolling on She's bundled up all her golden clothing And swore Lord Baker she would go find
She's traveled East and she's traveled 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
‽Is this Lord Baker's palace?' Replied the lady Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com ‽Or is his lordship himself within?†‽This is Lord Baker's palace†Replied the porter This very day took a new bride in
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 Turkey land
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?
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 charityâ€
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 North umber and family
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
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
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 meâ€
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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