(To the tune of Lord Bateman)
I was married to Lord Bateman
I thought him of a high degree
But on the day that we were married
A Turkish lady crossed the wide salt sea
She had a ring on every finger
And on one finger she had three
And enough gay gold all about her middle
As to buy Lord Bateman away from me
I was struck speechless, I shed a tear
My mother she stood up for me
"Well what's to become of my only daughter
She has just been made a bride to thee"
"I've done no harm" was his only answer
"I'll send her off in coacherie"
Some parting gifts, some cash and baubles
Were all the love he had for me
Lord Bateman pounded his fist on the table
And broke it in pieces one two three
And with such show of force and passion
Made clear just what he thought of me