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 Sack 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, II. "Now let this wilfu' grief be done, And dry that cheek so pale; 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' For Jock of Hazeldean. 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' 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. |