Full Lyrics
1.
'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, ladie
Sae comely to be seen'
But aye she loot the tears down la'
For Jock o' Hazeldean.
2.
'Now let this wilfu' grief be done,
And dry that cheek so pale;
Young Frank is chief of Errington,
And lord of Langleydale;
And you, the foremost of them a'
Shall ride our forest queen.'
But aye she loot the tears down la'
For Jock o' Hazeldean.
3.
The kirk was deck'd at morning tide,
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 wisnae seen.
She's ower the border and awa',
Wi' Jock o' Hazeldean!
Translations: aye: always, loot: let, baith: both, ower: over
