But was she, too, a phantom, the Maid who stood by, And her voice that was moulded to melody's thrill, Oh! would it had been so,-not then this poor heart Jock of Hazeldean. AIR-A Border Melody. 1816. The first stanza of this Ballad is ancient. The others were written for Mr. Campbell's Albyn's Anthology. I. "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, Sae comely to be seen But aye she loot the tears down fa' For Jock of Hazeldean. II. "Now let this wilfu' grief be done, III. "A chain of gold ye sall not lack, Shall ride our forest queen "- IV. The kirk was deck'd at morning-tide, She's o'er the Border, and awa' 1 First published in Mr. G. Thomson's Collection of Irish Airs. 1816. 2 In ancient Irish poetry, the standard of Fion, or Fingal, is called the Sun-burst, an epithet feebly rendered by the Sunbeam of Macpherson. ancien 9 For the history of the clan, see Introduction to Rob Roy, of rock and forest, lying on the east side of Loch Lomond, Waverley Novels, vol. vii. 3" Rob Roy MacGregor's own designation was of Innersnaid; but he appears to have acquired a right of some kind or where that beautiful lake stretches into the dusky mountains of Glenfalloch."-Introduction to Rob Roy, Waverley Novels, vol. vii. p. 31. |