Five popular songs (1)/Why Weep Ye By The Tide, Lady?

WHY WEEP YE BY THE TIDE, LADY?

"Why weep ye by the tide, lady?
⁠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, lady.
⁠Sae comely to be seen—
But aye she loot the tears down fa’
⁠For Jock o’ 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 o' Hazeldeen.

"A chain of gold ye sall not lack,
⁠For braid to bind your hair,
Nor mettl’d hound, nor manag’d hawk,
⁠Nor palfrey fresh and fair.
And you, the foremost o' them a',
⁠Shall ride our foremost queen;"—
But aye she loot the tears down fa'
⁠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 both by bower and ha',
⁠The lady was not seen;
She's owre the border and awa'
⁠Wi' Jock o' Hazeldeen.