Jock o'Hazeldean - Gary Lightbody & John McDaid
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- Опубликовано: 3 июн 2015
- Why weep ye by the tide, lady?
Why weep ye by the tide?
I'll wed thee to my youngest son
And ye shall be his bride.
And ye shall be his bride, lady,
So comely to be seen.
But aye, she loot the tears doon fa
For Jock O' Hazeldean
Now let this willfu' grief be done
And dry your cheek so pale
Young Frank is chief of Errington,
And lord o' Langleydale.
His step is first in peaceful ha',
His sword in battle keen.
But aye, she loot the tears doon fa'
For Jock O' Hazeldean.
A chain o' gold ye shall not lack
Nor braid to bind your hair,
Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk,
Nor palfrey fresh and fair.
And ye, the foremost of them a'
Shall ride our forest queen.
But aye, she loot the tears doon fa'
For Jock O' Hazeldean.
The kirk was decked at morning tide,
The tapers glimmered fair.
The priest and bridegroom wait the bride
And dame and knight were there.
They sought her baith by bower and ha',
The lady was not seen.
For she's o'er the border and awa'
Wi' Jock O' Hazeldean.
I’ve watched this Series many times and each time I hear and watch this scene I still tear up
A very sound and correct rendition. Thank you.
R.I.P Robert Rogers
Why weep ye by the tide lady.
"Why weep ye by the tide, lady?
Why weep ye by the tide?
I'll wed ye to my youngest son
And ye shall be his bride
And ye shall be his bride, lady
Sae comely to be seen"
But aye, she let the tears down fall
For Jock O'Hazeldean
"Now let this willful grief be done
And dry those cheeks sae pale
Young Frank is chief of Erthington
And lord o' Langleydale
His step is first in peaceful hall
His sword in battle keen"
But aye, she let the tears down fall
For Jock O'Hazeldean
"A chain of gold you shall not lack
Nor braid to bind your hair
Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk
Nor palfrey, fresh and fair
And you, the foremost of them all
Shall ride, our forest queen"
But aye, she let the tears down fall
For Jock O'Hazeldean
The kirk was decked at morningtide
The tapers glimmered fair
The priest and bridegroom 'wait the bride
And dame and knight were there
They sought for her in bower and ha'
The lady was nae seen
She's o'er the border and awa'
Wi' Jock O'Hazeldean
turn brought me here
No shit