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 "Now let this wilful grief be done,
 * And dry that cheek so pale;

Young Frank is chief of Errington,
 * And Lord of Langley-dale.

His step is first in peaceful ha',
 * His sword in battle keen:"—

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

"A chain of gold ye sall not lack,
 * Nor braid to bind your hair,

Nor mettl'd hound, nor manag'd hawk,
 * Nor palfrey fresh and fair.

And you the foremost o' them a'
 * Shall ride, our foremost queen:"—

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

The kirk was deck'd at morning-tide—
 * The tapers glimmer'd fair—

The priest and bridegroom wait the bride
 * And dame and knight are there.

They sought her both by bower aud ha'—
 * The lady was not seen:

She's oer the border, and awa'
 * Wi' Jock o' Hazeldean.