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The kirk was deck'd at morning tide—
The tapers glimmer'd fair—
The priest and bridegroom wait the bride,
And dame and knight are there.
They sought her both by bower and ha',
The lady was not seen;
She's owre the border and awa'
Wi' Jock o' Hazeldeen.
FAIN WOULD I BE YOUNG JOHNNIE’S BRIDE.
I like to gang by Candran side;
For Johnie meets me there.
Fain would I be young Johnie's bride;
This wish is a' my care;
But that I darena tell the lad—
He would think me owre fain;
For mither frets and daddie threats,
If I but name't to them.
When e'er I cross the door at e'en,
There's fifty things to do;
The ewes to bught, the pails to clean,
The ale to warm or brew.
A' wark is mine since Johnie came;
And sneer'd at ilka turn;
Sare sare I mane, yet a' in vain,
They're happiest when I mourn.
