Jock O'Hazeldean (From "Turn")

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
Say comely to be seen
But aye, she let the tears down fall
For Jock O' Hazeldean

Now let this willful grief be done
And dry those cheek so pale
Young Frank is Chief of Erthington
And lord o' Langleydale
His step is first in peaceful ha'
His sword in battle keen
But aye, she let the tears down fall
For Jock O' Hazeldean

A chain of gold she shall not lack
Nor braid to bind your hair
Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk
Nor palfrey fresh and fair
And you, foremost of them all
Shall ride our forest queen
But aye, she let the tears down fall
For Jock O' Hazeldean

The kirk was decked at morning tide
The tapers glimmered fair
The priest and bridegroom wait the bride
And dame and knight were there
They sought for her in bower and ha'
The lady was na seen
She's o'er border and awa'
With Jock O' Hazeldean



Credits
Writer(s): Gary Lightbody, John Mcdaid, Trad
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