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A chain of gold ye shall not lack,
Nor braid to bind jour 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 of Hazeldean.
The kirk was deck'd at morning tide,
The tapers glimmer'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'.
Wi' Jock of Hazeldean.
The first stanza of this beautiful ballad, by Sir Walter Scott, is old, having been
copied from the ballad of " John of Hazelgreen," a perfect copy of which is to be found
in " Buchan's Ancient Ballads and Songs of the North of Scotland." The air is one of
those to which many a bold borderer of the olden time has listened with delight.

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