"O hae ye ta'en anither bride? And hae ye quite forgotten me? And hae ye quite forgotten her, That gave you life and libertie?" She looked o'er her left shoulder, To hide the tears stood in her e'e: "When will you be back, Lord Lovel?” said she; "O! when will you come back?" said she; "In a year or two or three, at the most, I'll return to my fair Nancy-cy, I'll return to my fair Nancy." "Now fare thee well, young Beichan," she But he had not been gone a year and a day, Strange countries for to see, When languishing thoughts came into his head, Lady Nancy Belle he would go see, see, Lady Nancy Belle he would go see. So he rode, and he rode on his milk-white steed, Till he came to London town, And the people all mourning, round, round, “O, what is the matter," Lord Lovel he said, So he ordered the grave to be opened wide, Till the tears came trickling down, down, Lady Nancy she died as it might be to-day, Lady Nancy was laid in St. Pancras' church, They grew, and they grew, to the church steeple top, And then they could grow no higher: So there they entwined in a true-lover's knot, For all lovers true to admire-mire, For all lovers true to admire. ANONYMOUS. |