Jock Ohazeldean

B F# B F# "Why weep ye by the tide, lady B E B F# Why weep ye by the tide..? B F# B F# I'll wed ye to my youngest son B F# E B And ye shall be his bride E And ye shall be his bride, lady B F# E So comely to be seen" B C#m B F# But aye she's let the tears downfall B F# E B F# B For Jock O'Hazeldean F# B F# "Now let this wilful grief be done B E B F# And dry your cheek so pale.. B F# B F# Young Frank is chief of Errington B F# E B And Lord of Langleydale E His step is first in peaceful hall B F# E His sword in battle keen" B C#m B F# But aye, she's let the tears downfall B F# E B E B F# B For Jock O'Hazeldean F# B F# "A gown of silk ye shall not lack B E B F# Nor braid to bind your hair.. B F# B F# Nor mettled hound nor managed hawk B F# E B Nor palfrey fresh and fair E And ye the foremost of them all B F# E Shall ride, our forest queen" B C#m B F# But aye she's let the tears downfall B F# E B E B F# B For Jock O'Hazeldean F# B F# The kirk was decked at morning tide B E B F# The tapers glimmered fair.. B F# B F# The priest and bridegroom wait the bride B F# E B And dame and knight are there E They've sought her both by tower and hall B F# E The lady was not seen B C#m B F# She's o'er the border and awa' B F# E With Jock O'Hazeldean B E B F# B