Jock O'hazeldean

歌詞

"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 So comely to be seen" But aye she's let the tears downfall For Jock O'Hazeldean "Now let this willful grief be done And dry your cheek so pale Young Frank is chief of Errington And Lord of Langleydale His step is first in peaceful hall His sword in battle keen" But aye she's let the tears downfall For Jock O'Hazeldean "A gown o' gold ye shall not lack Nor braid to bind your hair Nor mettled hound nor managed hawk Nor palfrey fresh and fair And ye the foremost of them all Shall ride, our forest queen" But aye she's let the tears downfall For Jock O'Haeldean The kirk* was decked at morning tide The tapers glimmered fair The priest and bridegroom wait the bride And dame knight are there They've sought her both by tower and hall The lady was not seen She's o'er the border and awa † With Jock O'Hazeldean