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4 "A chain of gold ye sall not lack,

Nor braid to bind your hair ;

Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk

Nor palfrey fresh and fair ;

And you, the foremost o' themi a',

Shall ride our foremost queen ;

But aye she loot the tears down fa'

For Jock o' Hazledean.

The kirk was decked 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 and ha

The lady was not seen!

She's o'er the border, and awa

W' Jock o' Hazeldean.

THE SOLDIER'S RETURN.

When wild war’s deadly blast was blowr'd

And gentle peace returning,

And eyes again wi' pleasure beam'd,

That had been blear'd wi' mourning;

I left the lines, and tented fields

Where lang I'd been a lodger,

A humble knapsack a' my wealth,

A poor, but honest sodger.

A lee light heart beat in my breast,

My hands unstain'd wi' plunder ;