Away, away went this proud young porter,
Away, away, and away went he,
Until he came to Lord Bateman’s chamber,
Down on his bended knees fell he.
‘What news, what news, my proud young porter?
What news hast thou brought unto me?’
‘There is the fairest of all young creatures
That ever my two eyes did see!
‘She has got rings on every finger,
And round one of them she has got three,
And as much gay clothing round her middle
As would buy all Northumberlea.
‘She bids you send her a slice of bread,
And a bottle of the best wine;
And not forgetting the fair young lady
Who did release you when close confine.’
Lord Bateman he then in a passion flew,
And broke his sword in splinters three;
Saying, ‘I will give all my father’s riches
If Sophia has crossed the sea.’
Then up spoke the young bride’s mother,
Who never was heard to speak so free,
‘You’ll not forget my only daughter,
If Sophia has crossed the sea.’
‘I own I made a bride of your daughter,
She’s neither the better nor worse for me;
She came to me with her horse and saddle,
She may go back in her coach and three.’
Lord Bateman prepared another marriage,
And sang, with heart so full of glee,
I’ll range no more in foreign countries,
Now since Sophia has crossed the sea.’
THE GOLDEN GLOVE;
OR, THE SQUIRE OF TAMWORTH.