Jock O'Hazeldean - From Turn

Why weep ye by the tide, lady?
 Why weep ye by the tide?
 I'll wed ye to my youngest son
 And ye shall be his bride
 And ye shall be his bride, lady
 Say comely to be seen
 But aye, she let the tears down fall
 For Jock O' Hazeldean
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 Now let this willful grief be done
 And dry those cheek so pale
 Young Frank is Chief of Erthington
 And lord o' Langleydale
 His step is first in peaceful ha'
 His sword in battle keen
 But aye, she let the tears down fall
 For Jock O' Hazeldean
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 A chain of gold she shall not lack
 Nor braid to bind your hair
 Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk
 Nor palfrey fresh and fair
 And you, foremost of them all
 Shall ride our forest queen
 But aye, she let the tears down fall
 For Jock O' Hazeldean
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 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 for her in bower and ha'
 The lady was na seen
 She's o'er border and awa'
 With Jock O' Hazeldean