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" 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 ;
And you, the foremost o' them a',
Shall ride our forest queen :"
But ay she loot the tears down fa*,
For Jock o' Hazeldean.
The kirk was decked at morning-tide,
The tapers glimmered fair ;
The priest and bridegroom wait the bride,
And dame and knight were there :
They sought her baith by bower and ha' ;
The ladye was not seen ! —
She's o'er the border, and awa
Wi' Jock o' Hazeldean !*
THE LORD'S MARIE.
ALLAN CUNNINGHAM.
The Lord's Marie has keppit her locks
Up wi' a gowden kame ;
And she has put on her net-silk hose,
And awa to the tryste has gane.
O saft saft fell the dew on her locks.
And saft saft on her brow,
Ae sweet drap fell on her strawberry lip,
And I kissed it afF, I trow.
" O whare gat ye that leal maiden,
Sae jimpy-laced and sma ?
* The first stanza of this ballad is ancient. The rest was written'lfor
Albyn's Anthology, a collection of Highland airs by Alexander Campbell.

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