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Won't you help support DayPoems? Lord LovelBy Anonymous18th CenturyChild Ballad 75 Lord Lovel he stood at his own castle gate, A combing his milk-white steed, When up came Lady Nancy Belle To wish her lover good speed, good speed. To wish her lover good speed. O where are you going, Lord Lovel? she said, O where are you going? cried she: I'm going, my Lady Nancy Belle, Strange countries for to see, see, see Strange countries for to see. How long you'll be gone Lord Lovel? she said, How long you'll be gone? cried she. In a year or two, or three at the most, I'll return to my Lady Nancy, -cy, -cy I'll return to my Lady Nancy. He had not been gone but a year and a day, Strange countries for to see, When a strange thought came into his head, He'd go and see Lady Nancy, -cy, -cy He'd go and see Lady Nancy. He rode and he rode on his milk-white steed, Till he came to London Town; And there he heard the church bells ring, And the people all mourning around, around, around, And the people all mourning around. Ah! who is dead? Lord Lovel he cried, Ah! who is dead? cried he. And old woman said: Some lady is dead, They called her Lady Nancy, -cy, -cy They called her Lady Nancy. He order'd the grave to be open'd awide, And the shroud to be turn'd around; And then he kiss'd her cold clay cheeks, Till the tears came trickling down, down, down Till the tears came trickling down. Lady Nancy she died as it might be today, Lord Lovel he died as tomorrow; Lady Nancy she died out of pure, pure grief, Lord Lovel he died out of sorrow. Lord Lovel he died out of sorrow. The one was buried in the lower chancel, The other was buried in the high'r. From one sprang out a gallant red rose, From the other a gilly flower, flower, From the other a gilly flower. And there they grew and turn'd and twined, Till they gain'd the chancel top, And there they grew and turn'd and twined And tied in a true lover's knot, knot, knot, And tied in a true lover's knot. DayPoems Poem No. 2539 Comment on DayPoems? If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read. Let it all out! Comment on this poem, any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at DayPoems Feedback. Won't you help support DayPoems? Click here to learn more about how you can keep DayPoems on the Web . . . Copyright The DayPoems web site, www.daypoems.net, is copyright 2001-2005 by Timothy K. Bovee. All rights reserved. The authors of poetry and other material appearing on DayPoems retain full rights to their work. Any requests for publication in other venues must be negotiated separately with the authors. The editor of DayPoems will gladly assist in putting interested parties in contact with the authors. |
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