When languishing thoughts came into his head,
Lady Nancy Bell he would go see, see, see,
Lady Nancy Bell he would go see.
So he rode, and he rode on his milk-white horse,
Till he came to London town,
When he heard St. Pancras’ church bells ring,
And the people all mourning around, round, round,
And the people all mourning around.
“Oh, what is the matter?” Lord Lovel he said,
“Oh, what is the matter?” said he.