Gordon Bok – Jock Ohazeldean (Guitar)

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"Why weep ye by the tide, lady

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Why weep ye by the tide..?

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I'll wed ye to my youngest son

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And ye shall be his bride

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And ye shall be his bride, lady

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So comely to be seen"

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But aye she's let the tears downfall

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For Jock O'Hazeldean

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"Now let this wilful grief be done

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And dry your cheek so pale..

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Young Frank is chief of Errington

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And Lord of Langleydale

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His step is first in peaceful hall

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His sword in battle keen"

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But aye, she's let the tears downfall

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For Jock O'Hazeldean

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"A gown of silk ye shall not lack

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Nor braid to bind your hair..

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Nor mettled hound nor managed hawk

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Nor palfrey fresh and fair

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And ye the foremost of them all

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Shall ride, our forest queen"

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But aye she's let the tears downfall

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For Jock O'Hazeldean

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The kirk was decked at morning tide

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The tapers glimmered fair..

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The priest and bridegroom wait the bride

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And dame and knight are there

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They've sought her both by tower and hall

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The lady was not seen

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She's o'er the border and awa'

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With Jock O'Hazeldean