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Ballads and Songs of Michigan
I'll return to my Lady Nancy, Nancy, Til return to you, Lady Nancy."
4 He had not been gone but a year and a day, Strange countries for to see,
When a languishing thought came into his head Lady Nancy Belle he'd go see, go see, Lady Nancy Belle he'd go see.
5 He rode and he rode on his milk-white steed Till he came to London town,
And there he heard St. Patrick's bell ring And the people all mourning around, around, And the people all mourning around.
6 "O what is the matter?" Lord Lovel he said, "O what is the matter?" said he.
"A lord's lady is dead," an old woman said, "And some call her Lady Nancy, Nancy, And some call her Lady Nancy."
7 He ordered the grave to be opened wide, The shroud to be turned down,
And there he kissed her clay-cold lips
TxU the tears came twinkling down, down, down,
Till the tears came twinkling down.
8 Lady Nancy she died as it might be today; Lord Lovel he died as tomorrow.
Lady Nancy she died out oŁ pure, pure grief; Lord Lovel he died out of sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, Lord Lovel he died out oŁ sorrow.
9 Lady Nancy was laid in the cold churchyard, Lord Lovel was laid in the choir;
And out oŁ her bosom there grew a red rose, And out of Lord Lovel's a briar, briar, briar, And out of Lord Lovel's a briar.
io They grew and they grew to the church steeple top, And there they could grow no higher; So there they entwined in a true lover's knot, For all true lovers to admire, admire, admire, For all true lovers to admire.