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YOUNG ALLAN—A
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A' the skippers of bonny Lothain,As they sat at the wine,
There fell a reesin them amang,
An it was in unhappy time.
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Some o them reesd their hawks,An some o them their hounds,
An some o them their ladies gay,
Trod neatly on the ground;
Young Allan he reesd his comely cog,
That lay upon the strand.
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‘I hae as good a ship this dayAs ever sailed our seas,
Except it be the Burges Black,
But an the Small Cordvine,
The Comely Cog of Dornisdale;
We's lay that three bye in time.’
4
Out spak there a little boy,Just at Young Allan's knee:
‘Ye lie, ye lie, Young Allan,
Sae loud's I hear ye lie.
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‘For my master has a little boatWill sail thrice as well as thine;
For she'll gang in at your foremast,
An gae out your fore-lee,
An nine times in a winter night
She'll tak the wind frae thee.’
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‘O what will ye wad, ye Young Allan?Or what will ye wad wi me?’
‘I'll wad my head against your land
Till I get more monnie.’
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They had na saild a league,A league but barely three,
But through an thro the bonny ship
They saw the green wall sea.
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They had na saild a league,A league but barely five,
But through an thro their bonny ship
They saw the green well wave.
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He gaed up to the topmast,To see what he coud see,
And there he saw the Burgess Black,
But an the Small Cordvine,
The Comely Cog of Dornisdale;
The three was rent in nine.
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Young Allan grat an wrang his hands,An he kent na what to dee:
‘The win is loud, and the waves are proud,
An we'll a' sink in the sea.
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‘But gin I coud get a bonny boyWad tak my helm in han,
That would steer my bonny ship,
An bring her safe to land,
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‘He shoud get the twa part o my goud,The third part o my land,
An gin we win safe to shore
He shoud get my dochter Ann.’
13
‘O here am I, a bonny boyThat will tak your helm in han,
An will steer your bonny ship
An bring her safe to lan.
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‘Ye tak four-an-twenty feather-bedsAn lay the bonny ship round,
An as much of the good canvas
As mak her hale an soun.’
15
They took four-an-twenty feather-bedsAn laid the bonny ship roun,
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As made her hale an soun.
16
‘Spring up, spring up, my bonny ship,An goud sall be your hire!’
Whan the bonny ship heard o that,
That goud shoud be her hire,
She sprang as fast frae the sat water
As sparks do frae the fire.
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‘Spring up, spring up, my bonny ship,And goud sall be your fee!’
Whan the bonny ship heard o that,
That goud shoud be her fee,
She sprang as fast frae the sat water
As the leaf does frae the tree.
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The sailors stan on the shore-side,Wi their auld baucheld sheen:
‘Thanks to God an our guid master
That ever we came safe to land!’
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‘Whar is the bonny boyThat took my helm in han,
That steerd my bonny ship,
An brought her safe to lan?
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‘He's get the twa part o my goud,The third part o my lan,
An, since we're come safe to shore,
He's get my dochter Ann.’
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‘O here am I, the bonny boyThat took your helm in han,
That steered your bonny ship,
An brought her safe to lan.
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‘I winna hae the twa part o your goud,Nor the third part o your lan,
But, since we hae win safe to shore,
I'll wed your dochter Ann.’
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Forty ships went to the sea,Forty ships and five,
An there never came ane o a' back,
But Young Allan, alive.
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