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"Why weep ye by the tide, lady?
 * Why weep ye by the tide?

I'll wed ye to my youngest son,
 * And ye sall be his bride.

And ye sall be his bride, lady,
 * Sae comely to be seen:"—

But aye she loot the tears down fa'
 * For Jock o' Hazeldean.