The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1915-05-20
THE BAL LAD CT lord LOWELL.
TRcckland Courier.Gazette I

In recent issue of The Courier-Ga-
zette there was printed an instalment of
Tenants Harbor Days." in which the
author. abiding to the old-time circuit
performer Dick Martz, quoted verse of
the ballad of Lord Lowell" and Won
dered if some reader could supply the
other verses. A few days later the edi-
tor of this paper met upon the street
the editor of the 'local contemporary,
and the latter said:
eff you care to take the trouble to
write it down, will be glad to repeat to
you the ballad of Lord Lowell, which
learned when was a boy"
So, in the little den where the Opinion
editor is accustomed to WELD that mighty
implement the Pen in the final settle
ment of all questions ranging from the
painful consequences of a Typographical
error, to the tremendous upheavings and
diplomatic entanglements of the Eu-
ropean war, the two newspaper men sat
down. The Opinion man cleared his
throat.
"Shall I-er-sing it?' he said, with
bashful smile, "or would you prefer
me to recite it?''
Perhaps" the other delicately sug-
gested, sit would be as we'll To-
'Oh, very well-very well, this with
a little note of disappointment. Then
he went on, line by line, hesitating here
and there for word, but picking it up
directly in triumph of well-stored
memory. Now these are the words of
the Ancient Ballad of Lord Lowell, as
preserved by Oliver Otis, editor of the
Rockland Opinion, and here set down
from his dictation by the editor of The
Courier-Gazette.
Lord Lowell he stood by his castle gate,
combing his milk white steed,
When along came Lady Nancy Bell
A wishing her lover good-speed. speed,
speed,
A-wishing her lover good-speed.
20 where are you going. Lord Lovell?" she
said,
30 where are you going?" said she,
"Im going abroad, Lady Nancy Bell.
Strange countries for to see, see, see
Strange countries for to see."
20 when will you be back. Lord Lowell" said
she,
20 when will you b. back?" said she,
sin year or two or three at the most
will return to thy fair boudee, dee, dee
will return to thy fair boudee."
He had not been gone but year and day
Strange countries for to see,
When languishing thoughts came into his
brain,
Lady Nancy Bell he must see, see, see
Lady Nancy Bell he must see.
So he rode and he rode on MIS- milk white steed,
Till he came to London town,
When he heard the church bells ringing SO
loud
And the people all running around. round,
round
And the people all running around.
"Is anybody dead?" Lord Lowell he said,
"Is anybody dead?" said he;
"a lady is Dead" somebody replied,
"And some called her Lady Nance, Gee Gee,
And some called her Lady Nancee."
They ordered the grave to be opened forthwith
And the shroud to be folded down.
And he kissed her calm and clay cold lips
And the tears came trickling down, down,
down,
And the tears came trickling down.
Lady Nancy she died. the same as today.
Lord Lowell he died tomorrow,
Lady Nancy she died Of true, true love,
Lord Lowell he died of true sorrow, 'orrow,
Lord Lowell he died of true sorrow.
They buried them both beneath the church
aisle,
So close that they couldn't be higher,
And out of her bosom there grew q red lose
And out Of Lord LOvells q brier, Ter, Ter -
And out Of Lord Lovell's brier.
And they grew and grew till they reached the
church tower,
They grew till they couldn't grow higher,