A version from a recent broadside is printed in _Ancient Poems, Ballads, and Songs of the Peasantry of England_, Percy Society, vol. xvii. p. 78. A fragment of a similar story, the relations of the parties being reversed, is _Lady Alice_, given in Bell's Ballads of the Peasantry, p. 127, and _Notes and Queries_, 2d S, i. 418.--Compare also _Fair Margaret_, &c. p. 140. Lord Lovel stands at his stable door, Mounted upon a grey steed; And bye came Ladie Nanciebel, And wish'd Lord Lovel much speed. "O whare are ye going, Lord Lovel, 5 My dearest tell to me?" "O I am going a far journey, Some strange countrie to see; "But I'll return in seven long years, Lady Nanciebel to see." 10 "O seven, seven, seven long years, They are much too long for me." * * * * * * * He was gane a year away, A year but barely ane, When a strange fancy cam into his head, 15 That fair Nanciebel was gane. It's then he rade, and better rade, Until he cam to the toun, And then he heard a dismal noise, For the church bells a' did soun'. 20 He asked what the bells rang for; They said, "It's for Nanciebel; She died for a discourteous squire, And his name is Lord Lovel." The lid o' the coffin he opened up, 25 The linens he faulded doun; And ae he kiss'd her pale, pale lips, And the tears cam trinkling doun. "Weill may I kiss those pale, pale lips, For they will never kiss me;-- 30 I'll mak a vow, and keep it true, That they'll ne'er kiss ane but thee." Lady Nancie died on Tuesday's nicht, Lord Lovel upon the niest day; Lady Nancie died for pure, pure love, 35 Lord Lovel, for deep sorray. LORD SALTON AND AUCHANACHIE. The following fragment was first published in Maidment's _North Countrie Garland_, p. 10; shortly after, in Buchan's _Gleanings_, p. 161. A more complete copy, from Buchan's larger collection, is annexed. * * * * * * Ben came her father, Skipping on the floor, Said, "Jeanie, you're trying The tricks of a whore. "You're caring for him 5 That cares not for thee, And I pray you take Salton, Let Auchanachie be." "I will not have Salton, It lies low by the sea; 10 He is bowed in the back, He's thrawen in the knee; And I'll die if I get not My brave Auchanachie." "I am bowed in the back, 15 Lassie as ye see, But the bonny lands of Salton Are no crooked tee."