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The laſſie went foremoſt ſure I was to blame,
To aſk for a lodging, myſelf I thought ſhame,
The laſſie replied, with tears not a few.
It is ill ale, ſhe ſaid, that is ſour when it's new.
In a ſhort time thereafter they came to a grove,
Where his flocks they were feeding in numberleſs droves
Allan ſtood muſing his flocks for to ſee;
Step on ſays the lady, that's no pleaſure to me.
A beautiful laddie with green tartan treus.
And twa bonny laſſes were bughting in ewes;
They ſaid, Honour'd Maſter, are you come again?
For long have we look'd for your coming hame.
Bught in your ewes laſſe and go your way home,
I've brought a ſwan from the north, I have her to tame
Her feathers are fallen, and where can ſhe fly?
The beſt bed in all my houſe there ſhe ſhall lye,
The lady's lent was fallen and could'na well riſe,
Till many a lad and laſs came in with a fraiſe,
To welcome the lady, to welcome her home;
Such a bed in the highlands ſhe never thought on.
The laddies did whiſtle, and the lasses did ſing,
They made her a ſupper that might have ſerv'd a queen,
With ale and good whiſky they drank her health round,
And they made to the laſſie a braw bed of down.
Early next morning he led her up high,
And bid her look round her as far as ſhe could ſpy,
Theſe lands and poſſeſſions are my debts for to pay,
And you cannot walk round them in a long ſummer's day.
O Allan! O Allan! I'm indebted to thee,
It is a debt, dear Allan, I never can pey.
O Allan, O Allan, how came you for me?
Sure I am not worthy your bride tor to be.
How call you me Allan, when Sandy's my name,
