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Why weep 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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