But when she came to Lord Bateman’s castle, So boldly she rang the bell; ‘Who’s there? who’s there?’ cried the proud portèr, ‘Who’s there? unto me come tell.’ ‘O! is this Lord Bateman’s castle? Or is his Lordship here within?’ ‘O, yes! O, yes!’ cried the young portèr, ‘He’s just now taken his new bride in.’ ‘O! tell him to send me a slice of bread, And a bottle of the best wine; And not forgetting the fair young lady Who did release him when close confine.’ Away, away went this proud young porter, Away, away, and away went he, Until he came to Lord Bateman’s chamber, Down on his bended knees fell he. ‘What news, what news, my proud young porter? What news hast thou brought unto me?’ ‘There is the fairest of all young creatures That ever my two eyes did see! ‘She has got rings on every finger, And round one of them she has got three, And as much gay clothing round her middle As would buy all Northumberlea. ‘She bids you send her a slice of bread, And a bottle of the best wine; And not forgetting the fair young lady Who did release you when close confine.’ Lord Bateman he then in a passion flew, And broke his sword in splinters three; Saying, ‘I will give all my father’s riches If Sophia has crossed the sea.’ Then up spoke the young bride’s mother, Who never was heard to speak so free, ‘You’ll not forget my only daughter, If Sophia has crossed the sea.’ ‘I own I made a bride of your daughter, She’s neither the better nor worse for me; She came to me with her horse and saddle, She may go back in her coach and three.’ Lord Bateman prepared another marriage, And sang, with heart so full of glee, I’ll range no more in foreign countries, Now since Sophia has crossed the sea.’ THE GOLDEN GLOVE; OR, THE SQUIRE OF TAMWORTH. [THIS is a very popular ballad, and sung in every part of England. It is traditionally reported to be founded on an incident which occurred in the reign of Elizabeth. It has been published in the broadside form from the commencement of the eighteenth century, but is no doubt much older. It does not appear to have been previously inserted in any collection.] A WEALTHY young squire of Tamworth, we hear, He courted a nobleman’s daughter so fair; And for to marry her it was his intent, All friends and relations gave their consent. The time was appointed for the wedding-day, A young farmer chosen to give her away; As soon as the farmer the young lady did spy, He inflamèd her heart; ‘O, my heart!’ she did cry. She turned from the squire, but nothing she said, Instead of being married she took to her bed; The thought of the farmer soon run in her mind, A way for to have him she quickly did find.