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And there ask for lodging to thee and to me,
For I would be glad in a barn for to be.
The place it is bonny and pleasant indeed,
But the people’s hard-hearted to us that’s in need,
Perhaps they’ll not grant us their barn nor 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, I thought shame;
The Lassie replied with tears not a few,
It’s ill ale, said she, that’s sour when it’s new.
In a short time thereafter, they came to a grow,
Where his flocks they were feeding in numberless droves,
Allan stood musing his flocks for to see,
Step on, says the Lady, that’s nae pleasure to me.
A beautiful Lady with green tartan trouse,
And twa bonny Lasses were bughting his ewes,
They said, Honoured Master, are you come again?
Long, long have we look’d for your coming hame.
Bught is your ewes lasses and go your way hame,
I’ve brought a Swan frae the north I have her to name
Her feathers are fallen, and where can she lye?
The best bed in the house her bed shall be.
The Lady’s heart was far down, it cou’dna well rise
Till mony a lad and a lass came in wi' a fraise,
To welcome the Lady, to 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 sercan spare,
