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3 dumfouned he was--but nae sigh did he gi'e ;

He mounted his mare, and rade cannily,

and aften he thocht, as he gaed through the glen,

She's daft to refuse the laird o' Cockpen!"

our to the house amang the lang trees,

'ere he did meet sweet Jeanie Greenlees--

an his table she sits like a white-tapper hen,

and mickle thinks she o' the Laird o'Cockpen.

JOCK O' HAZLEDEAN.

" 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' Hazledean.

Now let this wilful grief be done,

And dry that cheek so pale ;

Young Frank is chief of Errington,

And lord of Langleydale ;

His step is first in peaceful ha',

His sword in battle keen;"

But she loot the tears down fa'

For Jock o' Hazledean.