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 Why weep ye by the tide, lassie

 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, lassie

 Sae comely to be seen

 But aye she loot the tears doon fa'

 For Jock o' Hazeldean.

 Now let this willfu' grief be done

 And dry that cheek sae pale

 Young Frank is chief of Errington

 And laird o' Langley-dale

 His step is first in peaceful ha'

 His sword in battle keen

 But aye she loot the tears doon fa'

 For Jock o' Hazeldean.

 A chain of gold ye shall 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 doon fa'

 For Jock o' Hazeldean.

 The kirk was deck'd at morningtide

 The tapers glimmer'd fair

 The priest and bridegroom wait the bride

 And dame and knight were there

 They sought her baith by bower and ha'

 The lady was na' seen

 She's o'er the border and awa'

 Wi' Jock o' Hazeldean.