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JOCK 0' HAZELDEAN.* |
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Now let this wilfu' grief be done,
And dry that cheek so pale, Young Frank is chief of Errington.
And lord of Langley-dale. His step is first in peaceful ha'
His sword in battle keen— But aye she loot the tears down fa'
For Jock o' Hazeldean. |
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A chain o' gold ye shall not lack,
Nor braid to bind your hair, Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk,
Nor palfrey fresh and fair ; And you, the foremost o' them a',
Shall ride our forest queen— But aye she loot the tears down fa*
For Jock o' Hazeldean. |
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4-The kirk was deck'd at morning tide,
The taper 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 lady was not seen ; She's o'er the border, and awa'
Wi' Jock o' Hazeldean. |
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* This is probably a variant of the Irish tune known as "I'd mourn the hopes that leave me," or " The girl I left behind me."—Ed. |
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H. 4868. |
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