Jock O' Hazeldean
Why weep ye by the tide lady,
Why weep ye by the tide,
I´ll wed ye tae my youngest son,
And ye shall be his bride.
And ye shall be his bride lady,
Sae comely tae be seen,
But aye she let the tears down fa
For Jock O´ Hazeldean.
Now let this willfu greif be done,
And dry that cheek sae pale.
Young Frank is Chief o Errington,
And Lord o langleydale,
His step is first in peacefull ha,
His sword in battle keen,
But aye she lets the tears down fa
For Jock O´ Hazeldean.
A chain of gold ye shall not lack,
Nor braid tae bind your hair,
Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk,
Nor palfry fresh and fair,
And you the foremost o them a,
Shall ride our forest Queen,
But aye she let the tears down fa
For Jock o Hazeldean.
The kirk was decked at morning tide,
The taper glimmered fair,
The priest and bridegroom wait the bride,
And dame and night are there,
They sought her baith by bower and ha
The lady was not seen
She's ower the border and awa,
Wi Jock O´ Hazeldean
