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The Loving Ballad of Lord Bateman   By: (1811-1863)

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THE LOVING BALLAD OF LORD BATEMAN.

ILLUSTRATED BY GEORGE CRUIKSHANK.

London Charles Tilt, Fleet Street and Mustapha Syried, Constantinople

MDCCCXXXIX

Warning to the Public

CONCERNING

THE LOVING BALLAD OF LORD BATEMAN.

In some collection of old English Ballads there is an ancient ditty which I am told bears some remote and distant resemblance to the following Epic Poem. I beg to quote the emphatic language of my estimable friend (if he will allow me to call him so), the Black Bear in Piccadilly, and to assure all to whom these presents may come, that " I am the original." This affecting legend is given in the following pages precisely as I have frequently heard it sung on Saturday nights, outside a house of general refreshment (familiarly termed a wine vaults) at Battle bridge. The singer is a young gentleman who can scarcely have numbered nineteen summers, and who before his last visit to the treadmill, where he was erroneously incarcerated for six months as a vagrant (being unfortunately mistaken for another gentleman), had a very melodious and plaintive tone of voice, which, though it is now somewhat impaired by gruel and such a getting up stairs for so long a period, I hope shortly to find restored. I have taken down the words from his own mouth at different periods, and have been careful to preserve his pronunciation, together with the air to which he does so much justice. Of his execution of it, however, and the intense melancholy which he communicates to such passages of the song as are most susceptible of such an expression, I am unfortunately unable to convey to the reader an adequate idea, though I may hint that the effect seems to me to be in part produced by the long and mournful drawl on the last two or three words of each verse.

I had intended to have dedicated my imperfect illustrations of this beautiful Romance to the young gentleman in question. As I cannot find, however, that he is known among his friends by any other name than "The Tripe skewer," which I cannot but consider as a soubriquet , or nick name; and as I feel that it would be neither respectful nor proper to address him publicly by that title, I have been compelled to forego the pleasure. If this should meet his eye, will he pardon my humble attempt to embellish with the pencil the sweet ideas to which he gives such feeling utterance? And will he believe me to remain his devoted admirer,

GEORGE CRUIKSHANK?

P.S. The above is not my writing, nor the notes either, nor am I on familiar terms (but quite the contrary) with the Black Bear. Nevertheless I admit the accuracy of the statement relative to the public singer whose name is unknown, and concur generally in the sentiments above expressed relative to him.

[Illustration: (signature: George Cruikshank)]

[Illustration: Musical Score]

The Loving Ballad Of Lord Bateman.

I.

Lord Bateman vos a noble Lord, A noble Lord of high degree; He shipped his self all aboard of a ship, Some foreign country for to see.[1]

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]

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