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Her feathers are fallen and where can she be?
The best bed in the house her bed shall be.
The lady’s heart was far down it couldna well rise,
Till many a lad and lass came in with a phrase.
To welcome the lady to welcome her home;
Such a hall in the Highland she never Thought on.
The laddies did whistle and the lasses did sing,
They mads her a supper might served a queen;
With ale and with whisky they drank her health round,
And they made to the lady a braw bed of down.
Early next morning he led her to the hay,
He bid her look round her as far as she could spy;
These lands and possessions my debt for to pay,
You winna go round them in a long summer's day.
O Allan! O Allan! I’m indebted to thee,
It is a debt, dear Allan I never can pay
O Allan! O Allan! how came you for me.
