Текст песни Jock O'Hazeldean - Priscilla Herdman
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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