Lord Lover, he stood at his cottage goor A-combin' his milk-white steed; Lady Nancy stood in her cottage door A-wishin her lover good-speed. " " " " " " "When will you be back Lord Lover?" she said, "When will you be back?" said she. "I've a year of two, or three at the most Then I'll return to my Lady Nancee. I'll return to my Lady Nancee."
He hadn't been gone more than a year & a day Strange countries for to see. Strange thoughts kept hoovering 'round his mind Concerning his Lady Nancee, Concerning his Lady Nancee.
He rode his horse both night and day Till he reached great London town. And when he got there the bells were ringing And people were mourning around.
"Is any one dead?" Lord Love he said, Is any one dead?" said he "Squire's daughter is dead," The people all said, "And they call her the Lady Nancee, And they call her the Lady Nancee."
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