Jock O’Hazeldene

Ballad

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’s loot the tears doonfa’ for Jock O’ Hazeldean

Noo let this wilfu’ grief be done
And dry those cheeks sae pale,
Young Frank is chief of Errington, and Laird o’Langley Dale
His step is first in peaceful hall, his sword in battle keen
But aye she’s loot the tears doonfa’ for Jock O’ Hazeldean

A coat o’ gowd she shall nae lack,
Nor caim tae bind your hair,
Nor mettled gown nor managed hawk, nor palfrey fresh and fair.
And you, the fairest o’ them all, shall ride our forest queen,
But aye she’s loot the tears doonfa’ for Jock O’ Hazeldean

The kirk was decked at morningtide,
The tapers glimmered fair,
The priest and bridegroom wait the bride,
and dame and knight were there,
They searched for her in bower and hall, the lady was nae seen,
She’s ower the border and awa’, wi’ Jock O’Hazeldean.

Traditional
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