Jock O' Hazeldean
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Dit lied heb ik voor het eerst gehoord in de versie van Dick Gaughan, toen ik samen met hem optrad in de beginperiode van Fungus (april 1972). Het staat op de LP “No More Forever” uit 1971. De tekst is van Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832).
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Why weep ye by the tide, lady, why weep ye by the tide
A'll wad ye tae my youngest son an ye shall be his bride
An ye shall be his bride lady sae comely tae be seen
But aye she lout the tears doun faa for Jock O’ Hazeldean
Nou let this willfu grief be dune an dry those cheeks sae pale
Young Frank is chief of Errington an Lord o Langleydale
His step is first in peaceful ha’ his sword in battle keen
Bit aye she lout the tears doun faa for Jock O’ Hazeldean
A chain of gowd ye sall nae lack nor kaim tae bind your hair
Nor mettled hound nor managed hawk nor palfrey fresh an fair
An you, the foremaist o them aa sall ride, our forest queen
Bit aye she lout the tears doun faa for Jock O’ Hazeldean
The kirk was deckt at mornintide, the tapers glimmert fair
The priest an bridegroum wait the bride an dame an knight were there
They searcht for her in bower an haa the lady wasnae seen
She's owre the border an awa wi Jock O’ Hazeldean