"在很久很久以前，有一位贝克伯爵，他发誓要看这世界，他登上甲板，向东远航，直至土耳其帝国。贝克伯爵被土耳其苏丹投入了监狱，苏丹有位美丽的公主，她背着父王偷偷潜入监狱，把贝克伯爵送到港口， 他们起了一个七年的誓约：七年后，非你不娶；七年后，非你不嫁。然而七年过去了，贝克伯爵没有再回来。于是，土耳其公主起航去寻找她的爱人～～"

有人说七是上帝的数字，这民谣隐喻民众对信仰的忠诚。信仰也罢，忠贞也罢，守住一个誓约是何其的难，即使是七年之约。我这会儿想起伊来，伊说：“咳，你们男人呵，都是这样的”。我一时词穷，我深知伊是个很传统的女生，伊自有伊的期盼，或许伊曾许下一个誓约呢。想象三千年前，那个小女子款款深情地说“山无棱，天地合，乃敢与君绝”，她一定融化在刹那间的温柔。

一首安静的歌，爱尔兰民谣，比较喜欢他们这样轻柔的唱着。
　　
　　Lord Baker (with Christy Moore) Lyrics
　　Artist(Band):Sinead O'Connor
　　
　　
　　There was a Lord who lived in this land
　　He being a Lord of high degree
　　He left his foot down a ship's board
　　And swore strange countries he would go see.
　　
　　He's travelled east and he's travelled west
　　Half the north and the south also
　　Until he arrived into Turkey land.
　　There he was taken and bound in prison
　　Until his life it grew weary.
　　
　　And Turkey bold had one only daughter
　　As fair a lady, as the eye could see
　　She stole the key to her Daddy's harbour
　　And swore Lord Baker, she would set free.
　　
　　Singing, 'You have houses and you have linen,
　　All Northumber belongs to thee
　　What would you give to Turkey's daughter
　　If out of prison she'd set you free?'
　　
　　Singing, 'I have houses, I have linen,
　　All Northumber belongs to me
　　I would will them all to you my darling,
　　If out of prison you set me free?'
　　
　　She's brought him down to her Daddy's harbour
　　And filled for him was the ship of fame
　　And every toast that she did drink round him,
　　'I wish Lord Baker that you were mine.'
　　
　　They made a vow for seven years
　　And seven more for to keep it strong
　　Saying 'If you don't wed with no other woman
　　I'm sure I'll wed with no other man.'
　　
　　And seven years been past and over
　　And seven more they were rolling on
　　She's bundled up all her golden clothing
　　And swore Lord Baker she would go find.
　　
　　She's travelled East and she's travelled West
　　Until she came to the palace of fame
　　'Who is that, who is that?' called the young foot soldier
　　'Who knocks so gently and can't get in?'
　　
　　'Is this Lord Baker's palace?' replied the lady
　　'Or is his lordship himself within?'
　　'This is Lord Baker's palace' replied the porter,
　　'This very day took a new bride in.'
　　
　　'Well ask him send me a cut of his wedding cake
　　A glass of his wine that been e'er so strong
　　And to remember the brave young lady
　　Who did release him in Turkey land.'
　　
　　In goes, in goes, the young foot soldier
　　Kneels down gently on his right knee
　　'Rise up, rise up now the brave young porter,
　　What news, what news have you got for me?'
　　
　　Singing, 'I have news of a grand arrival,
　　As fair a lady as the eye could see
　　She is at the gate
　　Waiting for your charity.'
　　
　　'She wears a gold ring on every finger,
　　And on the middle one where she wears three,
　　She has more gold hanging around her middle
　　Than'd buy Northumber and family.'
　　
　　'She asked you send her a cut of your wedding cake
　　A glass of your wine, it been e'er so strong,
　　And to remember the brave young lady
　　Who did release you in Turkey land.'
　　
　　Down comes, down comes the new bride's mother
　　'What will I do with my daughter dear?'
　　'I know your daughter, she's not been covered
　　Nor has she shown any love for me.
　　
　　Your daughter came with one pack of gold
　　I'll avert her home now, with thirty-three.'
　　He took his sword all by the handle
　　And cut the wedding cake, in pieces three
　　Singing 'here's a slice for the new bride's mother
　　A slice for me new love and one for me.'
　　
　　And then Lord Baker, ran to his darling
　　Of twenty-one steps, he made but three
　　He put his arms around Turkey's daughter
　　And kissed his true love, most tenderly.