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Lord Lovel

No: 75; variant: 75C

  1. LORD TRAVELL stands in his stable-door, Dressing his milk-white steed, An bye comes Lady Ounceville: ‘I wish you muckle speed.
  2. ‘Oh whar are ye gaun, Lord Travell?’ she says, ‘Whar are gaun frae me?’ ‘I am gaun to London town, Some strange things for to see.’
  3. ‘Whan will ye be back, Lord Travell?’ she says, ‘Whan will ye be back to me?’ ‘I will be back in seven lang years, To wed my gay ladie.’
  4. ‘Oh that is too lang for me,’ she says, ‘Oh that is too lang for me; Oh that is too lang for me,’ she says, ‘To wed thy gay ladie.’
  5. He hadna been in London town A week but only three, When a boding voice thirld in his ear, That Scotland he maun see.
  6. He rade an he rode alang the highway, Till he cam to yon little town: ‘Oh is there ony body dead? The bells they mak sic a sound.’
  7. He rade an he rode alang the highway, Till he cam to yon little town: ‘Oh is there ony body dead? The folk gae mournin round.’
  8. ‘Oh yes indeed, there is ane dead, Her name is Ounceville; An she has died for a courteous knicht, His name is Lord Travell.’
  9. ‘Oh hand ye aboot, ye gentlemen, The white bread an the wine, For the morn’s nicht aboot this time Ye’ll do the same for mine!’