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Walter Scott - Jock of Hazeldean
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"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 aye she loot the tears down fa`
        For Jock of Hazeldean.

"Now let this wilful grief be done,
       And dry that cheek so pale;
Young Frank is chief of Errington,
       And lord of Langley-dale;
His step is first in peaceful ha`,
       His sword in battle keen"—
But aye 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, nor managed hawk,
       Nor palfrey fresh and fair;
And you, the foremost o` them a`,
       Shall ride our forest queen"—
But aye 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 there.
They sought her baith by bower and ha`;
       The ladie was not seen!
She`s o`er the Border and awa`
       Wi` Jock of Hazeldean.
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