"Farewell," she sayd, "ye virgins all, And shun the fault I fell in: Henceforth take warning by the fall Of cruel Barbara Allen." LORD LOVEL. "THIS ballad, taken down from the recitation of a lady in Roxburghshire, appears to claim affinity to Border Song; and the title of the 'discourteous squire,' would incline one to suppose that it has derived its origin from some circumstance connected with the county of Northumberland, where Lovel was anciently a wellknown name." Kinloch's Ancient Scottish Ballads, p. 31. A version from a recent broadside is printed in Ancient Poems, Ballads, and Songs of the Peasantry of England, Percy Society, vol. xvii. p. 78. LORD Lovel stands at his stable door, And bye came Ladie Nanciebel, 66 And wish'd Lord Lovel much speed. "O whare are ye going, Lord Lovel, 66 My dearest tell to me?" "O I am going a far journey, Some strange countrie to see; 5 "But I'll return in seven long years, Lady Nanciebel to see." "O seven, seven, seven long years, They are much too long for me." 10 He was gane a year away, A year but barely ane, When a strange fancy cam into his head, It's then he rade, and better rade, And then he heard a dismal noise, ; He asked what the bells rang for The lid o' the coffin he opened up, "Weill may I kiss those pale, pale lips, For they will never kiss me ;— |