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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads

Edited by Francis James Child.

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Lord Travell

LORD LOVEL—C

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Communicated by Mr Alexander Laing, 1873, as taken down from the recitation of Miss Fanny Walker, of Mount Pleasant, near Newburgh-on-Tay.

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,
Whan 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!’