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Lord Lovel stands at his stable door,

Mounted upon a grey steed;

And bye came Ladie Nanciebel,

And wish'd Lord Lovel much speed.

"O whare are ye going, Lord Lovel,5

My dearest tell to me?"

"O I am going a far journey,

Some strange countrie to see;

"But I'll return in seven long years,

Lady Nanciebel to see."10

"O seven, seven, seven long years,

They are much too long for me."

* * * * * * *

He was gane a year away,

A year but barely ane,

When a strange fancy cam into his head,15

That fair Nanciebel was gane.

It's then he rade, and better rade,

Until he cam to the toun,

And then he heard a dismal noise,

For the church bells a' did soun'.20

He asked what the bells rang for;

They said, "It's for Nanciebel;

She died for a discourteous squire,

And his name is Lord Lovel."

The lid o' the coffin he opened up,25

The linens he faulded doun;

And ae he kiss'd her pale, pale lips,

And the tears cam trinkling doun.

"Weill may I kiss those pale, pale lips,

For they will never kiss me;—30

I'll mak a vow, and keep it true,

That they'll ne'er kiss ane but thee."

Lady Nancie died on Tuesday's nicht,

Lord Lovel upon the niest day;

Lady Nancie died for pure, pure love,35

Lord Lovel, for deep sorray.