‘O in seven long years, I’ll make a vow
For seven long years, and keep it strong,
That if you’ll wed no other woman,
O I will wed no other man.’
IX
O she took him to her father’s harbour,
And gave to him a ship of fame,
Saying, ‘Farewell, farewell to you, Lord Bateman,
I fear I never shall see you again!’
X
Now seven long years is gone and past,
And fourteen days, well known to me;
She packèd up all her gay clothing,
And swore Lord Bateman she would go see.
XI
O when she arrived at Lord Bateman’s castle,
How boldly then she rang the bell!
‘Who’s there? who’s there?’ cries the proud young porter,
‘O come unto me pray quickly tell.’—
XII
‘O is this here Lord Bateman’s castle,
And is his lordship here within?’—
‘O yes, O yes,’ cries the proud young porter
‘He’s just now taking his young bride in.’—