Lord Lovel - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
LORD LOVEL. 
Lord Lovel he stood at his garden 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, speed, speed. 
"Oh, where are you going, Lord Lovel? " she said, "Oh, where are you going? " she said; "I'm going, my Lady Nancy Bell, Foreign countries for to see-e-e-Foreign countries for to see-e-e." 
"When will you come back. Lord Lovel?" she said, "When will you come back? " said she; "In a year or two, or three, or four, I'll come back to my Lady Nancee-e-eI'll come back to my Lady Nancee-e-e." 
He had only been gone twelve months and a day, Foreign countries for to see; When languishing thoughts came into his head, Lady Nancy Bell he would go see-e-e-Lady Nancy Bell he would go see-e-e. 
So he rode, and he rode on his milk-white steed, Till he came to Loudon town-And there he heard Saint Pancridge's bells, And the people a-mourning around-And the people a-mourning around. 
"Oh! what is the matter? " Lord Lovel, he said, "Oh! what is the matter? " said he; "A lord's lady is dead," the people all said, "And some call her Lady Nancee-e-e ""And some call her Lady Nancee-c-e." 
Then he order'd the grave to be open'd wide. And the shroud to be turned down-And then he kissed her clay-cold lips, While the tears came trickling down-While the tears, came trickling down. 
Then he flung hisself by the side of the corpse, With a shivering gulp and a gaggle; Gave two hops, three kicks, heav'd a sigh, blew his nose, Sung a song, and then died in the struggle! Sung a song, and then died in the struggle! 
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, And Lord Lovel, he died out of sorrow-And Lord Lovel, he died out of sorrow. 
Lady Nancy was laid in Saint Pancridge's church, Lord Lovel was laid in the choir; 
And out of her butzzum there grew a red rose, And out of her loviers a brier-ier-ier-And out of her loviers a brier-ier-ier. 
So they grew, and they grew, to the church-steeple top, And they couldn't grow up no higher; So they tw"ined themselves in a true lovier's knot, For "all lovier's true to admire ire-ire-For all lovier's true to admire-ire-ire.