66 JOCK OF HAZELDEAN SIR WALTER SCOTT HY 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 ay she loot the tears down fa' "Now let this wilful grief be done, "A chain of gold ye shall not lack, Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, Nor palfrey fresh and fair; And you, the foremost of them a', But ay she loot the tears down fa' For Jock of Hazeldean. The kirk was decked at morning-tide; The tapers glimmer'd fair; The priest and bridegroom wait the bride She's o'er the Border, and awa' A ALLEN-A-DALE · From ROKEBY SIR WALTER SCOTT LLEN-A-DALE has no fagot for burning, Yet Allen-a-Dale has red gold for the winning. The Baron of Ravensworth prances in pride, Allen-a-Dale was ne'er belted a knight, Though his spur be as sharp, and his blade be as bright; Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord, Yet twenty tall yeomen will draw at his word, And the best of our nobles his bonnet will vail, Who at Rere-cross on Stanmore meets Allen-a-Dale! Allen-a-Dale to his wooing is come; The mother, she ask'd of his household and home; "Though the castle of Richmond stand fair on the hill, My hall," quoth bold Allen, "shows gallanter still; 'Tis the blue vault of heaven, with its crescent so pale, And with all its bright spangles," said Allen-a-Dale. The father was steel, and the mother was stone; |