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Brewster: Ballads and Songs of Indiana 85
6. "0 what is the matter?" Lord Lovel said; "0 what is the matter?" said he.
"A lord's lady is dead," the women replied, "And some call her Lady Nancy, -cy, -cy, And some call her Lady Nancy."
7. So he ordered the grave to be opened wide And the shroud to be turned down,
And there he kissed the clay-cold lips
Till the tears came a-trickling down, down, down,
Till the tears came a-trickling down.
8. Lady Nancy died as it might be today, Lord Lovel he died as tomorrow; Lady Nancy died out of pure grief,
Lord Lovel he died out of sorrow, -row, -row, Lord Lovel he died out of sorrow.
9. Lady Nancy was laid in St. Pancras church, Lord Lovel was laid in the choir;
And out of her bosom there grew a red rose, And out of her lover's a brier, -ier, -ier, And out of her lover's a brier.
10. It grew and it grew8 to the church steeple top, And there it could grow no higher; So there entwined in a true-lover's knot For all true-lovers to admire, -ire, -ire, For all true-lovers to admire.
"Lord Lovel." Contributed by Miss Edith Baynes, of Salem, Indiana-Washington County. April 15, 1936.
1. Lord Lovel stood at his castle gate, A-combing his milk-white steed, When Lady Jane Nancy came riding by,
A-bidding her lover goodspeed, goodspeed, A-bidding her lover goodspeed.
8 For They grew and they strew.