JOCK OF HAZELDEAN
by: Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832)
- "HY
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.
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- "Now let this wilfu' 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.
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- "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'
- Sall ride our forest-queen"--
- But aye she loot the tears down fa'
- For Jock of Hazeldean.
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- The kirk was decked 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.
"Jock of Hazeldean" is
reprinted from The Golden Treasury. Ed. Francis T. Palgrave.
London: Macmillan, 1875. |
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