For the notes to this beautiful Poem, see the end of the work.

[Illustration:  Lord Bateman as he appeared previous to his embarkation.]

[Illustration:  The Turk’s only daughter approaches to mitigate the sufferings of Lord Bateman!—­]

    II.

    He sail-ed east, he sail-ed vest,
      Until he come to famed Tur-key,
    Vere he vos taken, and put to prisin,
      Until his life was quite wea-ry.

    III.

    All in this prisin there grew a tree,
      O! there it grew so stout and strong,
    Vere he vos chain-ed all by the middle
      Until his life vos almost gone.

[Illustration:  The Turk’s daughter expresses a wish as Lord Bateman was hers.]

    IV.

    This Turk[2] he had one ounly darter,
      The fairest my two eyes e’er see,
    She steele the keys of her father’s prisin,
      And swore Lord Bateman she would let go free.

    V.

    O she took him to her father’s cellar,
      And guv to him the best of vine;
    And ev’ry holth she 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.”