But ay the tears they rappit doun,
Crying, O Jock o Hazelgreen!
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‘O whare is this Hazelgreen, maid?
That I may him see.’
‘He is a ticht and a proper man,
Lives in the South Cuntree.
His shoulders broad, his arms lang,
O he’s comely to be seen!’—
But ay the tears they drappit doun