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Brewster: Ballads and Songs of Indiana
3. "When will you be back, Lord Lovell?" she cried;
"When will you be back?" cried she. "In a year or two or three or more
I'll return to my Lady Nancy Bell, I'll return to my Lady Nancee."
4. He had not been gone but a year and a day,
Strange countries for to see, When languishing thoughts came o'er his mind Concerning his Lady Nancy Bell, Concerning his Lady Nancee.
5. He rode and he rode his milk-white steed
Till he came to London Town, And there he heard St. Patrick's bell
And the people all mourning round, round, round, And the people all mourning round.
6. He ordered the grave to be opened wide
And the shroud to be laid aside, And then he kissed the clay-cold cheek
Till the tears came trickling down, down, down, Till the tears came trickling down.
7. Lady Nancy she died as it might be today,
Lord Lovell he died tomorrow;5 Lady Nancy she died of pure, pure love,
Lord Lovell he died of sorrow, -row, -row, Lord Lovell he died of sorrow.
8. Lady Nancy was buried in the old churchyard,
Lord Lovell was buried at her side,6 And out of her bosom grew a red, red rose
And out of Lord Lovell's a briar, -iar, -iar, And out of Lord LovelFs a briar.
B For on the morrow.
• The rhyme demands bv her.