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Jock Of HazeldeanJock Of Hazeldean
Jock Of Hazeldean
`Why weep ye by the tide, ladie?
Why weep ye by the tide?
I`ll wed ye to my youngest son,
And ye sall be his bride:
And ye sall be his bride, ladie,
Sae comely to be seen` -
But aye she loot the tears down fa`
For Jock of Hazeldean.
`Now let this wilfu` grief be done,
And dry that cheek so pale;
Young Frank is chief of Errington
And lord of Langley - dale;
His step is first in peaceful ha`,
His sword in battle keen` -
But aye she loot the tears down fa`
For Jock of Hazeldean.
`A chain of gold ye sall not lack,
Nor braid to bind your hair,
Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk,
Nor palfrey fresh and fair;
And you the foremost o` them a`
Shall ride our forest - queen` -
But aye she loot the tears down fa`
For Jock of Hazeldean.
The kirk was deck`d at morning - tide,
The tapers glimmer`d fair;
The priest and bridegroom wait the bride,
And dame and knight are there:
They sought her baith by bower and ha`
The ladie was not seen!
She`s o`er the Border, and awa`
Wi` Jock of Hazeldean.
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