Jock o' Hazeldean is a traditional Scottish ballad with a rare happy ending. Well May the World Go is by Pete Seeger, though the tune is traditional Scottish as well (Well May the Keel Row).
I'll wed ye tae my youngest son, and ye shall be his bride.
And ye shall be his bride, lady, sae comely tae be seen,
But aye, she let a tear doon fa' for Jock o' Hazeldean
Ah, let this willfu' grief be done and dry your cheek sae pale
My son is Earl o' Errington and Laird o' Langley Dale
His step is first in peacefu' hall, his sword in battle keen
But aye, she let a tear doon fa' for Jock o' Hazeldean
For chain o' gold ye shall nae lack, nor ribbons tae bind your hair
Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, nor palfrey fresh and fair
And ye the foremost o' them a' shall ride our forest Queen,
But aye, she let a tear doon fa' for Jock o' Hazeldean
The kirk was decked at morningtide, the candles glimmered fair
The priest and bridegroom await the bride, and dame and knight were there
They sought her by her bower and hall, but the lady was nae seen
For she's o'er the border and awa' wi' her Jock o' Hazeldean
Aye, she's o'er the border and awa' wi' her Jock o' Hazeldean
And well may the world go, the world go, the world go
Well may the world go when I'm far away
Well may the skiers turn, the swimmers churn, the lovers burn
Peace may the generals learn when I'm far away
[two more verses I didn't sing on this recording:]
Sweet may the fiddle sound, the banjo play the old hoedown
Dancers swing round and round when I'm far away
Fresh may the breezes blow, clear may the streams flow
Blue above and green below when I'm far away
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