The History of Donald and His Dog (Glasgow)/Lord Lovel
LORD LOVEL.
Lord Lovel he stood at his castle gate,
Combing his milk-white steed,
When up came Lady Nancy Bell,
To wish her lover good speed, speed, speed,
Wishing her lover good speed.
Oh, where are you going, Lord Lovel? she cried
Oh, where are you going said she,
I'm going my Lady Nancy Bell,
Strange countries for to see, see, see, &c.
When will you be back Lord Lovel ? she said
Oh, when will you be back said she,
In a year or two or three at most,
I'll return to my fair Nancy-ey-ey, &c.
But he had not been gone a year and a day,
Strange countries for to see,
When languishing thoughts come into his head—
Lady Nancy Bell he would go see, see, see, &c.
So he he rode and he rode on his milk-white horse
Tell he came to London town;
And there he heard St. Pancras' bell toll:
And the people all mourning round, &c.
Oh what is the matter? Lord Lovel he said,
Oh what is the matter? said he
A Lord's lady is dead, the women replied
And some call her lady Nancy-ey-ey, &c.
So he ordered the grave to be opened wide
And the shrowd he turned down.
And there he kissed her clay cold lips,
Till the tears came trickling down,
Lady Nancy she died as it might be to-day,
Lord Lovel he died as to morrow:
Lady Nancy she died out of pure pure grief,
Lord Lovel he died out of sorrow, &c.
Lady Nancy was laid in St. Pancras church yard,
Lord Lovel was laid is the choir,
And out of her bosom there grew a red rose,
And out of her lover's a briar-riar, &c.
It grew and it grew to the church steeple top
And then it could grow no higher,
So then it entwined in a true lover's knot,
For all true lovers to admire, -rier, rier, &c.
THE END.