Lady Nancy Belle he would go see.
So he rode, and he rode on his milk-white steed,
Till he came to London-town;
And there he heard St. Pancras’ bells,
And the people all mourning round, round,
And the people all mourning round.
“Oh! what is the matter?” Lord Lovel he said,
“Oh! what is the matter?” said he;
“A Lord’s Lady is dead,” a woman replied,
“And some call her Lady Nancy-cy,