All in this prison there grew a tree,
O there it grew so stout and strong!
Where he was chain’d all by the middle,
Until his life was almost gone.
IV
This Turk he had one only daughter,
The fairest my two eyes e’er see;
She stole the keys of her father’s prison,
And swore Lord Bateman she would let go free.
V
O she took him to her father’s cellar,
And gave to him the best of wine;
And every health she drank unto him
Was, ‘I wish, Lord Bateman, as you was mine.’
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 prison would let you go free?’—
VII
‘O I’ve got houses and I’ve got land,
And half Northumberland belongs to me;
And I will give it all to the fair young lady
As out of prison would let me go free.’—