The Music Of Scotland



    Jock o' Hazeldean
    Why weap ye by the tide, ladye?
    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, ladye
    Sae comely to be seen
    But aye she loot the tears down la'
    For Jock o' Hazeldean.

    A chain of gold ye shall not lack
    Nor braid to bind you hair
    Nor mettled hound, nor managed halk
    Nor palfrey fresh and fair
    And you, the fairest of them a'
    Shall ride our forest queen
    But aye she loot the tears down la'
    For Jock o' 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 there.
    They sought her baith by bower and ha'
    The ladye was not seen
    She's o'er the border and awa'
    Wi' Jock o' Hazeldean!


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