"Why weep ye by the tide, lady?
Why weep ye by the tide?
I'll wed ye tae my youngest son
And ye shall be his bride:
And ye shall be his bride, lady
Sae comely to hae be' seen" –
But aye she let the tears doon fall
For Jock O'Hazeldean

"Now let this weary grief be done
And dry your cheek so pale;
Young Frank is chief of Errington
And lord of Langley-dale;
His step is feared thoughout the land
His sword in battle keen" –
But aye she let the tears doon fall
For Jock O'Hazeldean

"A chain of gold ye shall not lack
Nor braid to bind your hair;
Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk
Nor palfrey fresh and fair;
And you, the fairest of them all
Shall ride the forest queen" –
But oh she let the tears doon fall
For Jock O'Hazeldean

The kirk was deck'd at morning-tide
The tapers glimmer'd fair;
The priest and bridegroom wait the bride
The dame and knight were there
They sought her far throughout the land;
The lady was not seen!
She's o'er the Border, and awa'
Wi' Jock O'Hazeldean