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Lord Bateman was a noble lord
A noble lord of high dAegree
Imprisoned Gin some fAoreign countrE9y
To spend his lGife in captD/Fivity E
He is a caGptain in the KiAng's own NavyE9
He'd spent his lGife upon the cold grey sA9ea
What would he gGive now for a plAate of meat and grE9avy
Or for an Gangel to appD/Fear and set him frEee
For seven yGears he lives on brAead and dirty watE9er
A single cGandle in his prison room for lA9ight
Into the cGell will walk the prAetty jailer's daughtE9er
The cloak she's wGearing is as blD/Fack as any nEight
She is a crDeature of cGaptivating bAeauty
As this bold cDaptain's hungry Geyes would ever sAee
She looks upGon him with the Aeye of love's dE9esire
And so he bGegs her, "Lady, will yD/Fe set me frEee?"
"What can you Goffer if you gAain your freedE9om?
I'll lose my hGeart if I should ever set you frA9ee
I have the kGeys if you'll delAiver me a promE9ise
Should I relGease you, then you'll vD/Fow to marry mEe"
"You are a crDeature of cGaptivating bAeauty
We could rDun and make a lGife beyond the sAea"
He takes her hGand in his and mAakes a solemn promE9ise
"Unchain me nGow and I will vD/Fow to marry thEee"
Beneath the cGity walls and dAown into the hE9arbour
She'll throw his chGains into the wine-dark sA9ea
They'll find a shGip, but now his hAand is forced to stE9ay her
"In truth, I nGever could have marrD/Fied thee"E
She was a crDeature of cGaptivating bAeauty
He still has mDany miles of Gocean to travAerse
His broken prGomises will mAove the gods to angE9er
All broken prGomises will rD/Fender matters wEorse
She sees the blGack storm clAouds on the horE9izon
His solemn prGomises lie brD/Foken E D
And whA/Cispered on the wAind, as if it's spokGen D/F E
He'll hear a maiden's cE9urse
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