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( 5 ) With ale & good whisky they drank her health roun’, And they made'to the Lassie a braw bed of down.

Early next morning he led her to the hay, He bid her look round her as far’s she could spy, These lands and possessions my debts are to pay, And ye winna go round’em in a lang summer day.

O Allan, O Allan, I’m indebted to thee, is a debt, dear Allan, I never can pay; O Allan, O Allan, how came you for me? I am not worthy your bride for to be.

How call ye me Allan when Sandy’s my name, Why call ye me Allan, sure ye are to blame; don’t ye remember, when at school with thee, was hated by all the rest, loved by thee.

How oft have I fed on your bread and your cheese, Likewise when ye had but a handful of pease; Your cruel-hearted Father hound at me his dogs, They tore all my bare-heels, and rave all my rags.

Is this my dear Sandy which I lov’d so dear! I have not heard of you this many a year; When all the rest went to bed, sleep went frae me, For thinking on what was become of thee.

My parents were born long time before me, Perhaps by this time they are drown’d in the sea ; These lands and possessions they left them to me, And I came for you, jewel, to share them with thee.

In love we began and in love we will end, and mirth our days we will spend,