Verse > Anthologies > Francis T. Palgrave, ed. > The Golden Treasury
  PREVIOUSNEXT  
CONTENTS · BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD
Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury.  1875.
 
Sir W. Scott
 
CLXXXII. Jock of Hazeldean
 
"WHY weep ye by the tide, ladie? 
  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, ladie,         5
  Sae comely to be seen"— 
But aye she loot the tears down fa' 
  For Jock of Hazeldean. 
  
"Now let this wilfu' grief be done, 
  And dry that cheek so pale;  10
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'  15
  For Jock of Hazeldean. 
  
"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;  20
And you the foremost o' them a' 
  Sall ride our forest-queen"— 
But aye she loot the tears down fa' 
  For Jock of Hazeldean. 
  
The kirk was decked at morning-tide,  25
  The tapers glimmer'd fair; 
The priest and bridegroom wait the bride, 
  And dame and knight are there: 
They sought her baith by bower and ha'; 
  The ladie was not seen!—  30
She's o'er the Border, and awa' 
  Wi' Jock of Hazeldean. 
 
 
CONTENTS · BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD
  PREVIOUSNEXT  
 
Loading
Click here to shop the Bartleby Bookstore.

Shakespeare · Bible · Strunk · Anatomy · Nonfiction · Quotations · Reference · Fiction · Poetry
© 1993–2014 Bartleby.com · [Top 150] · Subjects · Titles · Authors