Intro: verse 1: Why weep ye by the tide, Lady Why weep ye by the tide? I'll wed ye tae my youngest son And ye shall be his bride And ye shall be his bride, Lady Se comely tae be seen But ay she's let the tears doon fall For Jock o' Hazeldean verse 2: Noo let this wilfa' grief be done And dry that 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 ay she let the tears doon fall For Jock o' Hazeldean verse 3: A chain of gowd ye shall nae lack Nor braid to bind your hair Not mettled hound, nor managed hawk Nor palfrey fresh and fair And ye the fairest of them all Shall ride oor forest queen But ay she's let the tears doon fall For Jock o' Hazeldean Instrumental: