Why weep ye by the tide, ladie? <br />Why weep ye by the tide? <br />I'll wed ye to my youngest son, <br />And ye sall be his bride: <br />And ye sall be his bride, ladie, <br />Sae comely to be seen"-- <br />But aye she loot the tears sown fa' <br />For Jock of Hazeldean. <br /> <br />"Now let this wilfu' grief be done, <br />And dry that cheek so pale; <br />Young Frank is chief of Errington, <br />And lord of Langley-dale; <br />His step is first in peaceful ha' <br />His sword in battle keen"-- <br />But aye she loot the tears down fa' <br />For Jock of Hazeldean. <br /> <br />"A chain of gold you sall not lack, <br />Nor braid to bind your hair; <br />Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, <br />Nor palfrey fresh and fair; <br />And you, the foremost o' them a', <br />Shall ride our forest queen"-- <br />But aye she loot the tears down fa' <br />For Jock of Hazeldean. <br /> <br />The kirk was deck'd at morning-tide, <br />The tapers glimmer'd fair; <br />The priest and bridegroom wait the bride, <br />And dame and knight are there. <br />They sought her baith by bower and ha'; <br />The ladie was not seen! <br />She's o'er the Border and awa' <br />Wi' Jock of Hazeldean.<br /><br />Sir Walter Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jock-of-hazeldean/
