Lord Lovel

No: 75; variant: 75B

  1. LORD LAVEL he stands at his stable-door, Kaiming his milk-white steed; And by and cam Fair Nancybelle, And wished Lord Lavel good speed.
  2. ‘O whare are ye going, Lord Lavel?’ she said, ‘I pray ye tell to me:’ ‘O I am going to merry England, To win your love aff me.’
  3. ‘And when will ye return again?’ she said, ‘Lord Lavel, pray tell to me:’ ‘Whan seven lang years are past and gane, Fair Nancybelle, I’ll return to thee.’
  4. '’Tis too lang, Lord Lavel,’ she said, ‘‘Tis too lang for me; ‘Tis too long, Lord Lavel,’ she said, ‘A true lover for to see.’
  5. He had na been in merry England A month but barely three, Till languishing thoughts cam into his mind, And Nancybelle fain wad he see.
  6. He rade, and he rade, alang the hieway, Till he cam to yonder toun; He heard the sound o a fine chapel-bell, And the ladies were mourning roun.
  7. He rade, and he rade, alang the hieway, Till he cam to yonder hall; He heard the sound o a fine chapel-bell, And the ladies were mourning all.
  8. He asked wha it was that was dead, The ladies did him tell: They said, It is the king’s daughter, Her name is Fair Nancybelle; She died for the love of a courteous young knicht, His name is Lord Lavel.
  9. ‘O hast thou died, Fair Nancybelle, O hast thou died for me! O hast thou died, Fair Nancybelle! Then I will die for thee.’
  10. Fair Nancybelle died, as it might be, this day, Lord Lavel he died tomorrow; Fair Nancybelle died with pure, pure love, Lord Lavel he died with sorrow.
  11. Lord Lavel was buried in Mary’s kirk, Nancybelle in Mary’s quire; And out o the ane there grew a birk, Out the other a bonny brier.
  12. And ae they grew, and ae they threw, Until they twa did meet, That ilka ane might plainly see They war twa lovers sweet.