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.