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 Bught in your ewes lasses and go your way hame, I've brought a swan frae the south I have her to wine. Her feathers are fallen, and where can she fly; In the best bed in all the house there she shall lye.

The Ladys heart was down it couldne well rise, Till mony a lad and lass came in wi a fraise; To welcome the Lady and welcome her home, Such a hall in the highlands she never thought on.

The Laddies did whistle and the lasses did sing, They made her a supper might have served a queen; With ale and 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 bids her look round her as fars she could spy; These lands and possesions my debts for to pay, And ye wina go round them in a lang summer day.

O Allan, O Allan, I'm indebted to thee, It is a debt Allan I can never pay; O Allan, O Allan how came ye for me, Sure 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 ; For dent ye remember when at school with thee, I was hated by all the rest, but loved by.