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I spied a ladye in a wood,
Making a heavy bier ;
Making a heavy bier, I wot,
While the tears drapped frae her een ;
And aye she siched, and said, " Alas,
For Jock o' Hazelgreen !"
The sun was sinking in the west,
The stars were shining clear,
When through the thickest o' the wood
An auld knicht did appear.
Says, " Who has done you wrong, fair maid.
And left you here alane ?"
" Oh, nobody has done me wrong;
I weep for Hazelgreen."
" Why weep ye by the tide, ladye ?
Why weep ye by the tide ?
How blythe and happy micht he be.
Gets you to be his bride I
Ob, wha has dune ye wrang, fair maid,
And left ye here alane ?"
" Oh naebody has dune me wrang ;
I weep for Hazelgreen !"
" What like a man was Hazelgreen,
Fair May, pray tell to me ?"
" He is a comely proper youth,
I in my sleep did see ;
His shoulders broad, his arms long,
Sae comely to be seen I"
And aye she loot the tears down fa'
For Jock o' Hazelgreen.
" Now baud your tongue, fair May," he says
" Your weeping let alane ;
I'll wed ye to my eldest son,
And ye' 11 be ca'd. My Dame/*