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, so comely to be seen.But, ay, she's let the teardown fall, for jock or hazel be.Now let this wealth of grief be done, and dry your cheeks a pale.Young Frank is chief of Errington, and lord of Langleydale.His step is first in peaceful hall, his sword in battle keen.But, ay, she's let the teardown fall, for jock or hazel be.A gown of silk ye shall not lack, nor braid to bind your hair.Nor mattled hound, nor mannish hawk, nor palfrey fresh and fair.And ye, the foremost of them all, shall ride our forest queen.But, ay, she's let the teardown fall, for jock or hazel be.The kirk was decked at morning tide, the tapers glimmered fair.The priest and bridegroom wait, the bride and dame and knight are there.They've sought her both by tower and hall, the lady was not seen.She's o'er the border and awa, for jock or hazel be.Thank you for watching!