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84 JOHN O' HAZEL GREEN.
The sun was sinking in the west,
The stars were shining clear ; 10
When thro' the thickets o' the wood,
A gentleman did appear. Says, " who has done you the wrong, fair maid,
And left you here alane; Or who has kiss'd your lovely lips, w
That ye ca' Hazelgreen ? "
" Hold your tongue, kind sir," she said,
" And do not banter so ; How will ye add affliction
Unto a lover's woe ? 20
For none's done me the wrong," she said,
" Nor left me here alane ; Nor none has kiss'd my lovely lips,
That I ca' Hazelgreen."
" Why weep ye by the tide, lady ? 25
Why weep ye by the tide ? How blythe and happy might he be
Gets you to be his bride ! Gets you to be his bride, fair maid,
And him I'll no bemean ; ao
'But when I take my words again,
Whom call ye Hazelgreen ?
" What like a man was Hazelgreen ?
Will ye show him to me ? " " He is a comely proper youth, ss
I in my sleep did see ;