'WHY weep ye by the tide, ladie? Why weep ye by the tide? I'll wed ye to my youngest son, And ye sall be his bride: And ye sall be his bride, ladie, Sae comely to be seen' -- But aye she loot the tears down fa' For Jock of Hazeldean. '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 of Hazeldean. 'A chain of gold ye sall 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 of Hazeldean. The kirk was deck'd at morning-tide, 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 ladie was not seen! She's o'er the Border, and awa' Wi' Jock of Hazeldean. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OF A BAD SINGER; EPIGRAM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ON THE GRASSHOPPER by ANACREON NEW JERSEY by FRED CLARE BALDWIN THE SWAN; TO VICTOR HUGO by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE SONNET: 2 by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT BILL AND THE SUPE (A MINING CAMP BALLAD) by BERTON BRALEY |