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SONGS or THE ATTECTIONS. 125
The autumn winds rushing
Waft the leaves that are searest ;
But our flower was in flushing
When blighting was nearest.
Fleet foot on the correi,
Sage counsel in cumber,
Red hand in the foray,
How sound is thy slumber !
Like the dew on the mountain.
Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the fountain.
Thou art gone, and for ever !
JOCK O' HAZELDEAN.
Sir Walter Scott, Modernised from the ancient ballad of " Jock o' Hazelgreeii
" Why weep ye by the tide, ladye —
Why weep ye by the tide ?
I'll wed ye to my youngest son,
And ye shall be his bride ;
And ye shall be his bride, ladye,
Sae comely to be seen :"
But aye she loot the tears down fa'
For Jock o' Hazeldean.
" Now let this wilful 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 o' gold ye sail not lack,
Nor braid to bind your hair.
Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk.
Nor palfrey fresh and fair ;