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Bught in your ewes lassies and go your way home,
I brought a swain from the south I have her to tame,
Her father is fallen and where can she fly,
The best bed in all the house there shall she lie.
The lassie’s heart’s fallen till it winna rise,
Till many brave lad and lass came in with a phrase,
To welcome the lady, to welcome her home,
Such a hall in the highlands she never thought on.
The laddies did whistle and the lassies did sing,
They made her a supper might have served a queen,
With ale and good whisky they drank her health round,
And they made to the lassiie a bra’ bed of down.
Early next morning he led her to the hay,
He bade her look round her as far as she could spy,
This land and possessions my debt for to pay,
And you winna walk round them in a long summer’s day.
O Allan, O Allan, I am indebted to thee,
It is a debt Allan I can never repay,
O Allan, O Allan, how came you for me,
Sure I am not worthy your bride for to be.
How call you me Allan, when Sandy’s my name,
Why call you me Allan, sure you are to blame.
