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The priest of the parish he chanced to pass, And he sever'd. those roses in twain ;
Sure never were seen such true lovers before, Nor e'er will there be again.
i Lord Lovel
L ORD LOVEL he stood at his castle-gate, Combing his milk-white steed, When up came Lady Nancy Belle, To wish her lover good speed.
'Where are you going, Lord Lovel V she said, ' Oh where are you going ?' said she.
' I'm going, my Lady Nancy Belle, Strange countries for to see.'
'When will you be back, Lord Lovel ?' she said' ' Oh when will you come back ?' said she.
' In a year, or two, or three at the most, I'll return to my fair Nancy.'
But he had not been gone a year and a day,
Strange countries for to see, When languishing thoughts came into his head,
Lady Nancy Belle he would go see. 796