Why weep ye by the tide lady
Why weep ye by the tide
I'll wed ye to my youngest son
And you will be his bride
And you will be his bride lady
Sae comely to be seen
And aye she let the tears doon fa'
For Jock o' Hazeldean
Now let this willfu' grief be done
And dry ya cheek sae pale
Young Frank is chief of Errington
And laird o' Langley-dale
His step is first in peaceful ha'
His sword in battle keen
But aye she let the tears doon fa'
For Jock o' Hazeldean
A chain of gold you 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'll
Will ride our forrest queen
But aye she let the tears doon fa'
For Jock o' Hazeldean
The church was deck'd
at morningtide
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 lady was nae seen
She's o'er the border and awa'
Wi' Jock o' Hazeldean