Lord Lovel

No: 75; variant: 75E

  1. ‘NOW fare ye well, Lady Oonzabel, For I must needs be gone, To visit the king of fair Scotland, Oh I must be up and ride.’
  2. So he called unto him his little foot-page, To saddle his milk-white steed; Hey down, hey down, hey derry, hey down, How I wish my Lord Lovel good speed!
  3. He had not been in fair Scotland, Not passing half a year, When a lover-like thought came into his head, Lady Oonzabel he would go see her.
  4. So he called unto him his little foot-page, To saddle his milk-white steed; Hey down, hey down, hey derry, hey down, How I wish my Lord Lovel good speed.
  5. He had not been in fair England, Not passing half a day, When the bells of the high chappel did ring, And they made a loud sassaray.
  6. He asked of an old gentleman Who was sitting there all alone, Why the bells of the high chappel did ring, And the ladies were making a moan.
  7. ‘Oh, the king’s fair daughter is dead,’ said he; ‘Her name’s Lady Oonzabel; And she died for the love of a courteous young knight, And his name it is Lord Lovel.’
  8. He caused the bier to be set down, The winding sheet undone, And drawing forth his rapier bright, Through his own true heart did it run.
  9. Lady Oonzabel lies in the high chappel, Lord Lovel he lies in the quier; And out of the one there grew up a white rose, And out of the other a brier.
  10. And they grew, and they grew, to the high chappel top; They could not well grow any higher; And they twined into a true lover’s knot, So in death they are joined together.