Chords for Nic Jones - Lord Bateman

Tempo:
150.45 bpm
Chords used:

C#

B

F#

D#

G#

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Nic Jones - Lord Bateman chords
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[C#]
Lord Payne to me [F#] was [B] a [F#] noble
[C#] lord, a [B] noble lord [C#] of high degree.
And he [B] shipped it and settled [C#] for the board of a sailing ship,
Sapping for it and lading it with the golden [F#] sea.
And he sailed it east [B] and he sailed [C#] it west,
Until he came [C#] to proud Turkey.
And he [B] was taken and put into prison,
Until his life was quite [F#] weary.
The Turkman had [B] one [C#] only daughter,
[F#]
[B] Bithydis, the lady [C#] Amy eyes did see.
And she [B] stolen the keys [C#] of her father's [F#] prison,
Said the lord [C#] daterman she would set [F#] free.
Have you got houses, [B] have you [F#] got land,
And does [B] an old thumberland [C#] belong to thee?
And what would [B] you give to [C#] the fair young [F#] ladies,
Would they release [C#] you and set you free?
[F#]
Oh I've got houses [B] and [F#] I've got land,
And [B] half an old thumberland [C#] belongs to me.
And I [B] grant it all to the fair young [F#] ladies,
Would they [C#] release me and set me [F#] free?
She's taken him to [B] her [C#] father's [F#] hall,
And [B] given to him a [C#] glass of wine.
[D#]
And [B] every head of [C#] fetch she'd drag and cut into [F#] him,
Was I wish [B] the lord daterman that you were [F#] mine.
Seven long years I'll make a vow,
And seven [B] long years [C#] I'll keep it strong,
If [B] you weddle [C#] wed with no other [C#] lady,
Then I will wed with no other [F#] man.
She's taken him to her [C#] father's [F#] harbour,
And [B] given to him [C#] a ship of fame.
[B] Farewell, farewell to you lord [F#] daterman,
I fear I never [C#] shall see [C#] you [F#] again.
Seven long years [B] were [F#] up and past,
These seven [B] long years as [C#] I tell to thee.
She's [B] packed up [C#] all of her gay [F#] clothing,
And said lord [C#] daterman she would go [F#] see.
When she's come [B] to
[C#] daterman's [F#] castle,
So [B] boldly then she [C#] did ring the bell.
Who's [B] there, who's there?
[C#] cries the proud young [F#] porter.
Who [C#] is there?
come to me [F#] tell.
Isn't this here lord [C#] daterman's [F#]
castle?
And [B] is the lord daterman [C#] here within?
Oh [B] yes, oh yes!
[C#] cries the proud young [F#] porter.
He's just [B]
now [C#] taken his new bride [F#]
in.
Tell him to bring [B] me a slice [F#] of bread,
And bring a bottle of [C#] the very best wine.
And not to [B] forget the fair young lady's [F#] dinner,
It'll be simple and close [F#] confined.
Away and away [B] went the proud [C#] young porter,
Away and away and [C#] away went he.
And when [B] he's come [C#] to [B] daterman's [C#] chamber,
Down he fell upon [F#] clended knee.
What news, what news?
[B] says [C#] lord [F#]
daterman.
What [B] news have you now [C#] brought to me?
There is [B] the [C#] fairest of fine young [F#] ladies ever my [C#] own.
Two eyes did [F#] see, she bids you bring [B] her a [C#] slice of [F#] bread,
And [B] bring a bottle of the very [C#] best wine.
And not to [B] forget the fair young
[F#] lady's dinner,
[C#] It'll be simple and close [F#] confined.
Faint man arose [C#] all in a [F#] passion,
He's broken [B] his sword into splinters [C#] three.
Oh [B] I'd give up [C#] all me father's [F#] riches,
If [B] my [C#] Sophia's come from sea.
But then up spoke the young bride's mother,
Who [B] never was heard to [C#] speak so free.
What [B] will you give [C#] to me only daughter,
If your Sophia's come from sea?
[F#] I own I wed [B] your [C#] only daughter,
She's [B] neither the better nor [C#] the worse for me.
She [B] came to me on a horse and a [C#] saddle,
She'll go home in a carriage and [F#] three.
Faint man's prepared [B]
[C#] another wedding,
With both [B] their hearts so [C#] full of glee.
Oh never [B] more will [C#] I range [G#] thee,
[F#] Now my [B] [C#] Sophia's come from [F#] sea.
[C#]
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D#
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G#
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C#
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B
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F#
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_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Lord Payne to me [F#] was _ [B] a [F#] noble _ _
_ [C#] lord, a [B] noble _ _ lord [C#] of high degree. _ _
And he [B] shipped it and settled [C#] for the board of a sailing ship,
Sapping for it and lading it with the golden [F#] sea.
_ _ And he sailed it _ east [B] and he sailed [C#] it _ _ west,
_ Until he came [C#] to proud Turkey.
_ _ And he [B] was taken and put into prison,
Until his life was quite [F#] weary. _ _ _ _
The Turkman had [B] one [C#] only daughter,
_ _ [F#] _ _
[B] Bithydis, the lady [C#] Amy eyes did see.
_ And she [B] stolen the keys [C#] of her _ father's [F#] prison, _
Said the lord [C#] daterman she would set [F#] free.
_ _ Have you got _ houses, [B] have you [F#] got _ land,
_ _ And does [B] an old _ thumberland [C#] belong to thee? _ _ _
And what would [B] you give to [C#] the fair young [F#] ladies,
Would they release [C#] you and set you free?
[F#] _ _
_ Oh I've got _ houses [B] and [F#] I've got land, _ _
And [B] half an old thumberland [C#] belongs to me.
_ _ And I [B] grant it all to the fair young [F#] ladies,
Would they [C#] release me and set me _ [F#] free? _ _ _
_ _ She's taken him to _ [B] her [C#] father's [F#] hall, _
_ And [B] given to him a [C#] glass of wine.
_ _ [D#]
And [B] every head of [C#] fetch she'd drag and cut into [F#] him,
Was I wish [B] the lord daterman that you were [F#] mine. _ _
Seven long _ _ years I'll make a vow,
_ _ And seven [B] long _ years [C#] I'll keep it _ _ strong,
_ If [B] you weddle [C#] wed with no other [C#] lady,
Then I will wed with no other [F#] _ man. _ _ _ _
She's taken him to _ her [C#] father's [F#] _ harbour, _
And [B] given to him [C#] a ship of fame.
_ _ _ _ [B] Farewell, farewell to you lord [F#] daterman,
I fear I never [C#] shall see [C#] you _ [F#] _ again. _ _
_ _ _ Seven long years [B] were [F#] up and past, _
These seven [B] long years as [C#] I tell to thee. _ _ _
She's [B] packed up [C#] all of her gay _ [F#] clothing,
And said lord [C#] daterman she would go [F#] see. _ _ _
When she's _ come [B] to _
[C#] daterman's [F#] castle,
_ _ So [B] boldly then she [C#] did ring the _ bell.
_ Who's [B] there, who's there?
[C#] cries the proud young [F#] porter.
_ Who [C#] is there?
come to me [F#] tell.
_ _ _ Isn't this here lord [C#] daterman's [F#]
castle?
_ _ And [B] is the lord daterman _ [C#] here within? _ _ _
Oh [B] yes, oh yes!
[C#] cries the proud young [F#] porter.
_ He's just [B]
now [C#] taken his new bride [F#] _ _
in.
Tell him to bring [B] me a slice [F#] of bread, _ _ _
And bring a bottle of [C#] the very best wine.
_ _ And not to [B] _ forget the fair young _ lady's [F#] dinner,
It'll be simple and close _ [F#] confined. _ _ _
Away and away [B] went the proud [C#] young porter,
_ _ Away and away and [C#] away went he.
_ And when [B] he's come [C#] to _ _ [B] daterman's [C#] chamber, _ _
Down he fell upon [F#] clended knee.
_ _ _ _ What news, what _ news?
[B] says [C#] lord _ [F#]
daterman.
_ _ What [B] news have you now [C#] brought to me? _ _
_ There is [B] the _ _ [C#] fairest of fine young _ [F#] ladies ever my [C#] own.
Two eyes did [F#] see, _ _ she bids you _ bring [B] her a [C#] slice of [F#] bread, _ _ _
And [B] bring a bottle of the very [C#] best wine.
_ _ And not to [B] forget the fair young _
[F#] lady's dinner,
[C#] It'll be simple and close _ _ [F#] confined. _ _ _ _
_ _ Faint man _ arose _ [C#] all in a [F#] passion, _
He's broken [B] his sword into splinters [C#] three.
_ _ _ Oh [B] I'd give up [C#] all me _ father's [F#] riches,
If [B] my _ [C#] _ Sophia's come from sea.
_ _ But then up spoke the young bride's mother,
_ _ _ Who [B] never was heard to [C#] speak so free. _
_ What [B] will you _ give [C#] to me only _ daughter,
If your _ _ _ Sophia's come from sea?
_ _ [F#] I own I wed [B] your [C#] only daughter, _ _
_ She's [B] neither the better nor [C#] the worse for me.
_ _ She [B] came to me on a horse and a [C#] saddle,
She'll go home in a carriage and [F#] three. _ _ _
Faint man's prepared _ _ [B] _
[C#] another wedding,
_ _ With both [B] their hearts so _ [C#] full of glee.
_ _ Oh never [B] more will [C#] I range [G#] thee,
_ [F#] Now my [B] _ _ [C#] _ Sophia's come from [F#] sea. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

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