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A-walking" through a pleasant shade,
As she had been a queen.
For her sake I did vow a vow,
I ne'er should wed but she.
Should this fair lady cruel prove,
ril lay me doun and dee."
" Now baud your tongue, young Hazelgreen,
And let your folly be :
If ye be sick for that ladye,
She's thrice as sick for thee :
She's thrice as sick for thee, my son,
I've heard her sae compleen ;
And a' she wants to heal her woe,
Is Jock o' Hazelgreen.'^
He's taen her in his arms twa,
Led her through bouir and ha' ;
<' Cheer up your heart, my dearest May,
Ye're lady ower them a'.
The morn shall be our bridal day.
This nicht's our bridal e'en.
Ye'se never mair hae cause to mourn,
Frae Jock o' Hazelgreen."
LORD RANDAL.
<* Oh, where have you been, Lord Randal, my son ?
Oh, where have you been, my handsome young man ?"
" I hae been to the wild wood ; mother, mak my bed
soon;
For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wad lie doun."
" Where gat ye your dinner. Lord Randal, my son ?
"Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man ?"