No: 75; variant: 75A
- ‘AND I fare you well, Lady Ouncebell,
For I must needs be gone,
And this time two year I’ll meet you again,
To finish the loves we begun.’
- ‘That is a long time, Lord Lovill,’ said she,
‘To live in fair Scotland;’
‘And so it is, Lady Ouncebell,
To leave a fair lady alone.’
- He had not been in fair Scotland
Not half above half a year,
But a longin mind came into his head,
Lady Ouncebell he woud go see her.
- He called up his stable-groom,
To sadle his milk-white stead;
Dey down, dey down, dey down dery down,
I wish Lord Lovill good speed.
- He had not been in fair London
Not half above half a day,
But he heard the bells of the high chapel ring,
They rang with a ceserera.
- He asked of a gentleman,
That set there all alone,
What made the bells of the high chapel ring,
The ladys make all their moan.
- ‘One of the king’s daughters are dead,’ said he,
‘Lady Ouncebell was her name;
She died for love of a courtous young night,
Lord Lovill he was the same.’
- He caused her corps to be set down,
And her winding sheet undone,
And he made a vow before them all
He’d never kiss wowman again.
- Lady Ouncebell died on the yesterday,
Lord Lovill on the morrow;
Lady Ouncebell died for pure true love,
Lord Lovill died for sorrow.
- Lady Ouncebell was buried in the high chancel,
Lord Lovill in the choir;
Lady Ouncebell’s breast sprung out a sweet rose,
Lord Lovill’s a bunch of sweet brier.
- They grew till they grew to the top of the church,
And then they could grow no higher;
They grew till they grew to a true-lover’s not,
And then they tyed both together.
- An old wowman coming by that way,
And a blessing she did crave,
To cut of a bunch of that true-lover’s not,
And buried them both in one grave.