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Words by Sir Walter Scott.
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JOCK 0' HAZELDEAN.
Why weep ye by the tide, la - dye ? Why weep ye by the tide? I'll
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 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 of them a',
Shall ride our forest queen —
But aye she loot the tears down fa'
For Jock o' Hazeldean.
The kirk was deck'd at morning tide,
The tapers glimmer 1 d fair ;
The priest and bridegroom wait the bride,
And dame and knight are there.
They sought her both by bower and ha',
The ladye was not seen —
She's o'er the border, and awa'
"WT Jock o' Hazeldean.
The first stanza of this song is copied from the old bsllad, "Jock of Ilazelgreen."
Buchan's Ballads.