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Your shoon shall be o' the gude rue red ;
I hope it bodes nae ill ;
The buckles o' the marygold :
Come, smile, sweetheart, your fill I"
" Young man, ye've shapit a weed for me,
Amang the simmer flouirs ;
Now I will shape anither for you,
Amang the winter shouirs.
The snow so white shall be your shirt ;
It becomes your bodie best :
The cold east wind sail wrap your heid.
And the cold rain on your breist.
The steed that you shall ride upon,
Shall be the weather snell ;
Weil bridled wi' the northern wind.
And cold sharp shouirs o' hail.
The hat you on your heid sail wear,
Sail be o' the weather grey ;
And, aye when ye come into my sicht,
I'll wish ye were away."
JOCK OF HAZELGREEN.*
As I went forth to take the air.
In till an evening clear,
* " Jock o' Hazelgreen" is formed out of two versions of the same ballad,
which have been published in the recent collections of Messrs Kinloeh and
Buchan ; omitting many of the coarser stanzas of both, and improving a
few by collation with a third version which I took down from recitation,
and another which has been shown to me in manuscript by Mr Kinloeh.
It is needless to remind the reader, that Sir Walter Scott has founded, upon
the third stanza of this ballad, which he heard as a fragment, one of the
most delightful narrative songs in the language.