Jock O’ Hazeldean

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Why weep ye by the tide layde? Why weep ye by the tide
I’ll wed ye tae my youngest son, and ye shall be his bride
And ye shall be his bride, layde, sae comely tae be seen
But aye she loot the tears doun fa’ for Jock O’ Hazeldean

Now let this willfu’ grief be done and dry thy cheek sae pale
Young Frank is chief of Errington and laird o’ Langley-dale
His step is first in peaceful ha’ his sword in battle keen
But aye she let the tears doon fa’ for Jock o’ Hazeldean

A chain of gold ye shall 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 let the tears doon fa’ for Jock o’ Hazeldean

The kirk was deck’d at morningtide the tapers glimmer’d fair
The priest and bridegroom wait the bride
and dame and knight were there
They sought her baith by bower and ha’ the lady was nae seen
She’s o’er the border and awa’ wi’ Jock o’ Hazeldean

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© Sir Walter Scott

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