Lord Lovel he died out of sorrow.
Lady Nancy was laid in St. Pancras’ church,
Lord Lovel was laid in the choir;
And out of her bosom there grew a red rose,
And out of her lover’s a brier, brier,
And out of her lover’s a brier.
They grew, and they grew, to the church steeple, too,
And then they could grow no higher;
So there they entwined in a true lover’s knot,