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 My feet are all torn my shoes are all rent, I'm weary with travel and just like to faint, Were it not for the sake of your kind company, I would ly in this desert until that I die.

The day is far spent and the night coming on, And steps you to yon bonny mill town, And the you lodging for thee and for me, For glad would I be in a barn to be.

The place it is bonny and pleasant indeed, Put the peoples hard hearted to us that's in need. Perhaps they'd not grant us their barn or byre, But I'll go and ask them as it's your desire.

The Lassie went foremost, sure I was to blame, To ask for a lodging myself thought shame, The Lassie replied with tears not a few, It's ill ale said she thats sour when its new.

In a short time after they came to a grove, Where his flocks they were feeding, in numberless droves; Allan stood musing his flocks for to see, Come away my brave Allan thats no pleasure to me.

A beautifil Lady with green tartan trews, And two bonny lasses were bughting in ewes, They said honoured master are you come again! Long, long have we looked for your coming.