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Published on Mar 30, 2012
"JOCK O' HAZELDEAN" sung by Jean Redpath:
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 ay she loot the tears doon fa' for Jock o' Hazeldean
A chain of gold ye shall not lack nor braid to bind your hair Nor mettled hound nor managed hawk, nor palfrey fresh and fair But ye, the foremost o' them a' shall ride our forest queen But ay she loot the tears doon fa' for Jock o' Hazeldean
Now let this wilfu' grief be done, and dry that cheek so pale Young Frank is chief o' Errington and Lord o' Langley Dale His step is first in peacefu' ha, his sword in battle keen But ay she loot the tears doon fa' for Jock o' Hazeldean
The kirk was decked by morning tide and taper glimmered fair The priest and bridegroom wait the bride and dame and knight were there They socht her baith by bower and ha', the lady wasnae seen She's ower the border and awa' wi' Jock o' Hazeldean