Jock o'Hazeldean - Gary Lightbody & John McDaid

Why weep ye by the tide, lady?
Why weep ye by the tide?
I'll wed thee to my youngest son
And ye shall be his bride.
And ye shall be his bride, lady,
So comely to be seen.
But aye, she loot the tears doon fa
For Jock O' Hazeldean
Now let this willfu' grief be done
And dry your cheek so pale
Young Frank is chief of Errington,
And lord o' Langleydale.
His step is first in peaceful ha',
His sword in battle keen.
But aye, she loot the tears doon fa'
For Jock O' Hazeldean.
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 ye, the foremost of them a'
Shall ride our forest queen.
But aye, she loot the tears doon fa'
For Jock O' Hazeldean.
The kirk was decked at morning tide,
The tapers glimmered fair.
The priest and bridegroom wait the bride
And dame and knight were there.
They sought her baith by bower and ha',
The lady was not seen.
For she's o'er the border and awa'
Wi' Jock O' Hazeldean.

[@garrettmcclendon6466]

I’ve watched this Series many times and each time I hear and watch this scene I still tear up

[@davidpike5959]

A very sound and correct rendition. Thank you.

[@DariusOfPersia]

"Why weep ye by the tide, lady? Why weep ye by the tide? I'll wed ye to my youngest son And ye shall be his bride And ye shall be his bride, lady Sae comely to be seen" But aye, she let the tears down fall For Jock O'Hazeldean "Now let this willful grief be done And dry those cheeks sae pale Young Frank is chief of Erthington And lord o' Langleydale His step is first in peaceful hall His sword in battle keen" But aye, she let the tears down fall 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 of them all Shall ride, our forest queen" But aye, she let the tears down fall For Jock O'Hazeldean The kirk was decked at morningtide The tapers glimmered fair The priest and bridegroom 'wait the bride And dame and knight were there They sought for her in bower and ha' The lady was nae seen She's o'er the border and awa' Wi' Jock O'Hazeldean

[@WilliamCis99]

R.I.P Robert Rogers

[@SamsBrain13]

Why weep ye by the tide lady.

[@PowderRider23]

turn brought me here

[@vilachor1562]

No shit