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Child Ballad #293 also known as John of Hazelgreen. Published in Alexander Campbell's Albyn's Anthology by Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832) based on a fragment of the poem alongside the air which is now associated with it in 1817. from the free library
Nate loves the version used on the A&E mini-series Turn as done by Gary Lightbody & John McDaid. capo 2
Jock O' Hazeldean
by Sir Walter Scott
Why [C] weep ye [G] by the [Am] tide, la- [Em] dy
Why [F] weep ye by the [G] tide?
I'll [C] wed ye [G] to my [Am] youngest [Em] son
And [F] ye shall [G] be his [C] bride
And [F] ye shall be his [Em] bride, la- [Am] dy
Sae [C] comely to be [F] seen
But [C] aye she [G] loot the [Am] tears doon [Em] fa'
For [F] Jock o' [G] Hazel- [C] dean.
Now let this willfu' grief be done
And dry that 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 loot the tears doon fa'
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 foremost o' them a'
Shall ride our forest queen
But aye she loot the tears doon fa'
For Jock o' Hazeldean.
The kirk was deck'd at morningtide
The tapers glimmer'd fair
The priest and bridegroom wait the bride
And dame and knight were there
They sought her baith by bower and ha'
The lady was na' seen
She's o'er the border and awa'
Wi' Jock o' Hazeldean.
Why [F] weep ye by the [G] tide?
I'll [C] wed ye [G] to my [Am] youngest [Em] son
And [F] ye shall [G] be his [C] bride
And [F] ye shall be his [Em] bride, la- [Am] dy
Sae [C] comely to be [F] seen
But [C] aye she [G] loot the [Am] tears doon [Em] fa'
For [F] Jock o' [G] Hazel- [C] dean.
Now let this willfu' grief be done
And dry that 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 loot the tears doon fa'
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 foremost o' them a'
Shall ride our forest queen
But aye she loot the tears doon fa'
For Jock o' Hazeldean.
The kirk was deck'd at morningtide
The tapers glimmer'd fair
The priest and bridegroom wait the bride
And dame and knight were there
They sought her baith by bower and ha'
The lady was na' seen
She's o'er the border and awa'
Wi' Jock o' Hazeldean.