A beautiful laddie, with green tartan trews,
And twa bonnie lassies were buchting in ewes,
They said, honoured master are you come again,
Long, long have we look’d for your coming hame.
Bught in your ewes lassie, and go your way home,
I’ve brought a swan frae the north, I have her to tame;
Her feathers are fallen, and where can she lie?
The best bed in the house her bed shall be.
The lady’s heart was for 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 Highlands she never thought on.
The laddies did whistle, and the lassies did sing
They made her a supper might served a queen,
Long life and happiness they wished her all round,
And they made to the lady a braw bed of down.
Early next morning he led her to the hay,
He bade her look round her as far as she could spy,
These lands and possessions my debt for to pay,
Ye winna gae round them in a lang simmer day.
O Allan! O Allan! I’m indebted to thee,
It’s a debt dear Allan, I never can pay,
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;
For don’t you remember when at school with thee,
I was hated by all the rest but loved by thee.
