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| ‘WHY weep ye by the tide, ladie? | |
| Why weep ye by the tide? | |
| I’ll wed ye to my youngest son, | |
| And ye sall be his bride: | |
| And ye sall be his bride, ladie, | 5 |
| Sae comely to be seen’— | |
| But aye she loot the tears down fa’ | |
| For Jock of Hazeldean. | |
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| ‘Now let this wilfu’ grief be done, | |
| And dry that cheek so pale; | 10 |
| 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’ | 15 |
| For Jock of Hazeldean. | |
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| ‘A chain of gold ye sall not lack, | |
| Nor braid to bind your hair, | |
| Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, | |
| Nor palfrey fresh and fair; | 20 |
| And you the foremost o’ them a’ | |
| Shall ride our forest-queen’— | |
| But aye she loot the tears down fa’ | |
| For Jock of Hazeldean. | |
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| The kirk was deck’d at morning-tide, | 25 |
| The tapers glimmer’d fair; | |
| The priest and bridegroom wait the bride, | |
| And dame and knight are there: | |
| They sought her baith by bower and ha’ | |
| The ladie was not seen! | 30 |
| She’s o’er the Border, and awa’ | |
| Wi’ Jock of Hazeldean. | |
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