"What like a man was Hazelgreen? Will ye show him to me?" "He is a comely proper youth, 35 I in my sleep did see; Wi' arms tall, and fingers small,-- He's comely to be seen;" And aye she loot the tears down fall For John o' Hazelgreen. 40 "If ye'll forsake young Hazelgreen, And go along with me, I'll wed you to my eldest son, Make you a lady free." "It's for to wed your eldest son 45 I am a maid o'er mean; I'll rather stay at home," she says, "And die for Hazelgreen." "If ye'll forsake young Hazelgreen, And go along with me, 50 I'll wed you to my second son, And your weight o' gowd I'll gie." "It's for to wed your second son I am a maid o'er mean; I'll rather stay at home," she says, 55 "And die for Hazelgreen." Then he's taen out a siller comb, Comb'd down her yellow hair; And looked in a diamond bright, To see if she were fair. 60 "My girl, ye do all maids surpass That ever I have seen; Cheer up your heart, my lovely lass, And hate young Hazelgreen." "Young Hazelgreen he is my love, 65 And ever mair shall be; I'll nae forsake young Hazelgreen For a' the gowd ye'll gie." But aye she sigh'd, and said, alas! And made a piteous meen; 70 And aye she loot the tears down fa', For John o' Hazelgreen. He looked high, and lighted low, Set her upon his horse; And they rode on to Edinburgh, 75 To Edinburgh's own cross. And when she in that city was, She look'd like ony queen; "'Tis a pity such a lovely lass Shou'd love young Hazelgreen." 80 "Young Hazelgreen, he is my love, And ever mair shall be; I'll nae forsake young Hazelgreen For a' the gowd ye'll gie." And aye she sigh'd, and said, alas! 85 And made a piteous meen; And aye she loot the tears down fa', For John o' Hazelgreen. "Now hold your tongue, my well-far'd maid, Lat a' your mourning be, 90 And a' endeavours I shall try, To bring that youth to thee; If ye'll tell me where your love stays, His stile and proper name." "He's laird o' Taperbank," she says, 95 "His stile, Young Hazelgreen."