Songtext von Jock O Hazeldean

Why weep ye by the tide, lady, why weep ye by the tide? A'll wad ye tae my youngest son an ye shall be his bride An ye shall be his bride lady sae comely tae be seen But aye she lout the tears dounfaa for Jock o Hazeldean Nou let this willfu grief be dune an dry those cheeks sae pale Young Frank is chief of Erthington an Lord o Langleydale His step is first in peacefu haa his sword in battle keen Bit aye she lout the tears dounfaa for Jock o Hazeldean A coat o gowd ye sallnae lack nor kaim tae bind your hair Nor mettled hound nor managed hawk nor palfrey fresh an fair An you, the foremaist o them aa sall ride, our forest queen Bit aye she lout the tears dounfaa for Jock o Hazeldean The kirk was deckt at mornintide, the tapers glimmert fair The priest an bridegroum wait the bride an dame an knight were there They searcht for her in bower an haa the lady wisnae seen She's owre the border an awa wi Jock o Hazeldean