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Sir Walter Scott
1771 -1832

Jock O’ Hazeldean

‘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,
Sae comely to be seen’ –
But ay she loot the tears down fa’
For Jock of Hazeldean.

‘Now let this wilfu’ grief be done,
And dry that cheek so pale.
Young Frank is chief of of Errington
And lord of Langley-dale;
His step is first in peaceful ha’,
His sword in battle keen’ –
But ay she loot the tears down fa’
For Jock of Hazeldean.

‘A chain of gold ye sall not lack,
Nor braid to bind your hair,
Nor mettled hound, no managed hawk,
No palfrey fresh and fair;
And you the foremost o’ them a’
Shall ride our forest-queen’ –
But ay she loot the tears down fa’
For Jock of Hazeldean.

The kirk was deck’d at morning tide,
The tapers glimmer’d fair;
The priest and bridegroom wait the bride,
And dame and knight are their:
They sought her baith by bower and ha’:
The ladie was not seen!
She’s over the Border, and awa’
Wi’ Jock of Hazeldean.

Sir Walter Scott

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