Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 4 of 8 from 1860 edition -online book

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86                    JOHN O' HAZELGKEEN.
" Young Hazelgreen he is my love,                    w
And ever mair shall be; I'll nae forsake young Hazelgreen
For a' the gowd ye'll gie." But aye she sigh'd, and said, alas !
And made a piteous meen ;                               ro
And aye she loot the tears down fa',
For John o' Hazelgreen.
He looked high, and lighted low,
Set her upon his horse; And they rode on to Edinburgh,                          n
To Edinburgh's own cross. And when she in that city was,
She look'd like ony queen; " 'Tis a pity such a lovely lass
Shou'd love young Hazelgreen."                    so
" Young Hazelgreen, he is my love,
And ever mair shall be; I'll nae forsake young Hazelgreen
For a' the gowd ye'll gie." And aye she sigh'd, and said, alas!                     85
And made a piteous meen ; And aye she loot the tears down fa',
For John o' Hazelgreen.
" Now hold your tongue, my well-far'd maid,
Lat a' your mourning be,                                  so
And a' endeavours I shall try,







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