Lord Lovel he stood at his castle gate, A-combing his milk-white steed; When along came Lady Nancy Bell, A-wishing her lover good speed, A-wishing her lover good speed.
\"O where are you going, Lord Lovel?\" she said, \"O where are you going?\" said she; \"I'm going, my dear Nancy Bell, Strange countries for to see.\"
\"O when will you be back, Lord Lovel?\" she said, \"O when will you be back?\" said she. \"In a year or two or three at the least I'll return to my Lady Nancy.\"
He hadn't been gone but a year and a day, Strange countries for to see, When a languishing thought came into his mind, Lady Nancy Bell he must see.
He rode and he rode upon his white steed, Till he came to London Town; And there he heard St. Varner's bell, And the people all mourning round.
\"Is anybody dead?\" Lord Lovel he said, \"Is anybody dead?\" said he. \"A lord's daughter's dead,\" a lady replied, \"And some call her Lady Nancy.\"
He ordered the grave to be opened forthwith And the shroud to be folded down; And there he kissed the clay-cold lips, Till the tears came trinkling down.
Lady Nancy she died as she might be to-day Lord Lovel he died to-morrow And out of her bosom there grew a red rose And out of Lord Lovel's a briar
They grew and they grew till they reached the church top And there they couldn't grow any higher And there they twined in a true lover's knot Which true lovers always admire.