Priscilla Herdman
Jock O'Hazeldean
Why weep ye by the tide, ladye?Why weep ye by the tide?I'll wed ye to my youngest sonAnd ye shall be his brideAnd ye shall be his bride, ladyeSae comely to be seenBut aye she loot the tears down la'For Jock o' Hazeldean.A chain of gold ye shall not lackNor braid to bind you hairNor mettled hound, nor managed halkNor palfrey fresh and fairAnd you, the fairest of them a'Shall ride our forest queenBut aye she loot the tears down la'For Jock o' Hazeldean.The kirk was deck'd at morning tideThe tapers glimmer'd fairThe priest and bridegroom wait the brideAnd dame and knight are there.They sought her baith by bower and ha'The ladye was not seenShe's o'er the border and awa'Wi' Jock o' Hazeldean!
From Letras Mania