Worldmusichead

Lord Bateman. En jättefin Irlendsk folksång som Jim Moray gjort ännu finare om jag får
säga det själv. Det är hur många verser som helst så ni får de tre första.
Kramizar

Lord Bateman was a nobel lord,
Anobe  lord of high degree
He put himself on board a ship,
Some foreign land he would go see

And He sailed east and he sailed west
Sailed in to proud Turky
But he was taken and put in prison
Until his life grew quite weary.

And in their prisons they grew a tree,
They grew it stout and grew it strong,
And he was chained all by the middle
Until his life was almost gone.