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LORD LOVEL. |
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" But I'll return in seven long years,
Lady Nanciebel to see." 10
" 0 seven, seven, seven long years, They are much too long for me."
He was gane a year away,
A year but barely ane, When a strange fancy cam into his head, w
That fair Nanciebel was gane.
It's then he rade, and better rade,
Until he cam to the toun, And then he heard a dismal noise,
For the church bells a' did soun'. 20
He asked what the bells rang for ;
They said, " It's for Nanciebel; She died for a discourteous squire,
And his name is Lord Lovel."
The lid 0' the coffin he opened up, m
The linens he faulded doun ; And ae he kiss'd her pale, pale lips,
And the tears cam trinkling doun.
" Weill may I kiss those pale, pale lips, For they will never kiss me;— a> |
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