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]

[Illustration: The "WOW."]

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 prisin would let you go free?"


VII.

"O I've got houses, and I've got land,
And half Northumberland belongs to me;
And I vill give it all to the fair young lady
As out of prisin vould let me go free."

[Illustration: The Turk's daughter, bidding his Lordship farewell, is
impressed with a foreboding that she will see him no more!--]