John of Hazelgreen

No: 293; variant: 293E

  1. ‘WHY weep ye by the tide, ladye? 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, ladye, Sae comely to be seen;’ But aye she loot the tears down fa For John o Hazelgreen.
  2. ‘O whaten a man is Hazelgreen? I pray thee tell to me.’ ‘O there’s not a handsomer gentleman In a’ the South Countrie. His arms are long, his shoulder broad, Sae comely to be seen!’ And aye she loot the tears down fa For John o Hazelgreen.