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 How call ye me Allan when Sandy’s my nam

Why call you me Allan, sure you are to blame;

For don’t you remember when at school with thee,

I was hated by all the rest, loved by thee.

How oft have I fed on your bread & your cheese ?

Likewise when you 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 whom I lov’d so dear!

I have not heard of you this many a year,

When all the rest went to bed, sleep was 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 in joy and mirth our days we will spend,

And a voyage to your father once more we will go,

And relieve the old farmer from his trouble and wo.

With men and maid-servants us to wait upon,

And away to her father in a chaise they are gone,

The laddie went foremost, the brave highland lown,

Till they came to the road that leads to the town.

When he came to the gate he gave a loud roar,

Come down gentle farmer, Catrine's at your door;

He look'out at the window, saw his daughter’s face,

With his hat in his hand he made a great fraise.

Keep on your hat, farmer, don’t let it fa’,

For it sets not the peacock to bow to the cra'

O hold your tongue, Sawny and do not taunt me,

For my daughter’s not worthy your bride for to be.