Jock O'Hazeldean

Child #293

I've heard this song sung to a "traditional" slow beat and to a more syncopated folk-rock beat. Personally, I prefer the traditional. Double Trouble has a great recording of it on Soup to Nuts. The copywritten Beggars to God is on that recording too...contact Evy Mayer to buy it.

Why weep you by the tide, lady, why weep you by the tide? I'll wed you to my youngest son and you shall be his bride. And you shall be his bride, lady, so somely to be seen. But still she lets 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 oh, she lets the tears down fall for Jock O'Hazeldean Now let this willful grief be done and dry your cheeks so pale. Young Frank is chief of Errington and lord of Languidale His step is first in peaceful hall, his sword in battle keen But still she lets her tears down fall for Jock O'Hazeldean The church was decked by morning-tide and taper glimmered there The priest and bridegroom wait the bride, and dame and knight were there They searched for her by bower and hall, the lady was not seen... She's over the border and away with Jock O'Hazeldean She's over the border and away with Jock O'Hazeldean.

The Digital Tradition Database has Scottish dialect lyrics and a MIDI tune. The MIDI file gives an idea of the tune, but I highly recommend Soup to Nuts as a much richer recording.

Last updated 06/13/99 Email me: sca_bard@yahoo.com