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No. 18 |
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Lord Lovel |
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2 Where are you going, Lord Lovel ? she says, Where are you going ? says she.
I'm going to ride my milk-white steed Some foreign country to see.
3 How long will you be gone, Lord Lovel ? she says, How long will you be gone ? says she.
One year, or two, or two, or three, Then 'turn to my Lady Nancy.
4 He had not been gone but one year and one day, Strange thoughts rolled through his mind |
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About his Lady Nancy.
5 And so he mounted his milk-white steed And rode to London town,
And there he heard the death-bells ringing And the people a-mourning all round.
6 Who is dead ? Lord Lovel he said, Who is dead ? says he.
Miss Nancy Bell from London town That is called your Lady Nancy.
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