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88 JOHN O' HAZELGKEEN.
A walking thro' a pleasant shade,
As fair's a cypress queen." iao
" Now hold your tongue, young Hazelgreen,
Lat a' your folly be ; If ye be wae for that lady,
She's thrice as wae for thee. She's thrice as wae for thee, my son; vs
As bitter doth complain ; Well is she worthy o' the rigs
That lie on Hazelgreen."
He's taen her in his arms twa,
Led her thro' bower and ha'; mo
" Cheer up your heart, my dearest dear,
Ye're flower out o'er them a'. This night shall be our wedding e'en,
The morn we'll say, Amen ; Ye'se never mair hae cause to mourn,— ias
Ye're lady o' Hazelgreen."