{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch245.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch245.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch245.htm","text":"245A.1 ARR\u2019rr THE skippers of bonny Lothain,\nAs they sat at the wine,\nThere fell a reesin them amang,\nAn it was in unhappy time.\n245A.2 Some o them reesd their hawks,\nAn some o them their hounds,\nAn some o them their ladies gay,\nTrod neatly on the ground;\nYoung Allan he reesd his comely cog,\nThat lay upon the strand.\n245A.3 \u2018I hae as good a ship this day\nAs ever sailed our seas,\nExcept it be the Burges Black,\nBut an the Small Cordvine,\nThe Comely Cog of Dornisdale;\nWe\u2019s lay that three bye in time.\u2019\n245A.4 Out spak there a little boy,\nJust at Young Allan\u2019s knee:\n\u2018Ye lie, ye lie, Young Allan,\nSae loud\u2019s I hear ye lie.\n245A.5 For my master has a little boat\nWill sail thrice as well as thine;\nFor she\u2019ll gang in at your foremast,\nAn gae out your fore-lee,\nAn nine times in a winter night\nShe\u2019ll tak the wind frae thee.\u2019\n245A.6 \u2018O wht will ye wad, ye Young Allan?\nOr what will ye wad wi me?\u2019\n\u2018I\u2019ll wad my head against your land\nTill I get more monnie.\u2019\n245A.7 They had na saild a league,\nA league but barely three,\nBut through an thro the bonny ship\nThey saw the green wall sea.\n245A.8 They had na saild a league,\nA league but barely five,\nBut through an thro their bonny ship\nThey saw the green well wave.\n245A.9 He gaed up to the topmast,\nTo see what he coud see,\nAnd there he saw the Burgess Black,\nBut an the Small Cordvine,\nThe Comely Cog of Dornisdale;\nThe three was rent in nine.\n245A.10 Young Allan grat and wrang his hands,\nAn he kent na what to dee:\n\u2018The win is loud, and the waves are proud,\nAn we\u2019ll a\u2019 sink in the sea.\n245A.11 \u2018But gin I coud get a bonny boy\nWad tak my helm in han,\nThat would steer my bonny ship,\nAn bring her safe to land,\n245A.12 \u2018He shoud get the twa part o my goud,\nThe third o my land,\nAn gin we win safe to shore\nHe shoud get my dochter Ann.\u2019\n245A.13 \u2018O here am I, a bonny boy\nThat will tak your helm in han,\nAn will steer your bonny ship,\nAn bring her safe to lan.\n245A.14 \u2018Ye tak four-an-twenty feather-beds\nAn lay the bonny ship round,\nAn as much of the good canvas\nAs mak her hale an soun.\u2019\n245A.15 They took four-and-twenty feather-beds\nAn laid the bonny ship roun,\nAn as much o the good canvas\nAs made her hale an soun.\n245A.16 \u2018Spring up, spring up, my bonny ship,\nAn goud shall be your hire!\u2019\nWhan the bonny ship heard o that,\nThat goud shoud be her hire,\nShe sprang as fast frae the sat water\nAs sparks do frae the fire.\n245A.17 \u2018Spring up, spring up, my bonny ship,\nAnd goud sall be your fee!\u2019\nWhan the bonny ship heard o that,\nThat goud shoud be her fee,\nShe sprang as fast frae the sat water\nAs the leaf does frae the tree.\n245A.18 The sailors stan on the shore-side,\nWi their auld baucheld sheen:\n\u2018Thanks to God an our guid master\nThat ever we came safe to land!\u2019\n245A.19 \u2018Whar is the bonny boy\nThat took my helm in han,\nThat steerd my bonny ship,\nAn brought her safe to lan?\n245A.20 \u2018He\u2019s get the twa part o my goud,\nThe third part o my lan,\nAn, since we\u2019re come safe to shore,\nHe\u2019s get my dochter Ann.\u2019\n245A.21 \u2018O here am I, the bonny boy\nThat took your helm in han,\nThat steered your bonny ship,\nAn brought her safe to lan.\n245A.22 \u2018I winna hae the twa part o your goud,\nNor the third part o your lan,\nBut, since we hae win safe to shore,\nI\u2019ll wed your dochter Ann.\u2019\n245A.23 Forty ships went to the sea,\nForty ships and five,\nAn there never came ane o a\u2019 back,\nBut Young Allan, alive.\n245B: Young Allan\n245B.1 THERE were four-and-twenty sailors bold\nSat drinking at the wine;\nThere fell a rousing them among,\nIn an unseally time.\n245B.2 Some there reasd their hawk, their hawk,\nAnd some there reasd their hound,\nBut Young Allan reasd his comely cog,\nAs she floats on the feam.\n245B.3 \u2018There\u2019s not a ship amang you a\u2019\nWill sail alang wi me,\nBut the comely cog o Heckland Hawk,\nAnd Flower o Germanie,\nAnd the Black Snake o Leve London;\nThey are all gane frae me.\u2019\n245B.4 The wager was a gude wager,\nOf fifty tuns of wine,\nAnd as much o the gude black silk\nAs cleathd their lemans fine.\n245B.5 At midnight dark the wind up stark,\nThe seas began to rout;\nYoung Allan and his bonny new ship\nGaed three times witherlins about.\n245B.6 \u2018O faer will I get a bonny boy\nWill take my helm in hand\nEre I gang up to the tapmast-head\nTo look for some dry land?\u2019\n245B.7 \u2018O waken, waken your drunken men,\nAs they lie drunk wi wine;\nFor when ye came thro Edinburgh town\nYe bought them shoes o ben.\n245B.8 \u2018There was no shoes made for my feet,\nNor gluve made for my hand;\nBut nevertheless, my dear master,\nI\u2019ll take your helm in hand\nTill ye gae to the topmast head\nAnd look for some dry land.\u2019\n245B.9 \u2018I cannot see no day, no day,\nNor no meathe can I ken;\nBut many a bonny feather-bed\nLies floating on the faem.\u2019\n245B.10 \u2018Come down, come down, my dear master,\nYou see not what I see;\nThrough and through your bonny new ship\nComes in the green haw sea.\u2019\n245B.11 \u2018Take fifty ells o the canvas broad\nAnd wrap it in a\u2019 roun,\nAnd as much good pich an tar\nMake her go hale an soun.\n245B.12 \u2018Sail on, sail on, my bonny ship,\nAnd haste ye to dry lan,\nAnd every nail that is in you\nShall be a gay gold pin.\n245B.13 \u2018Sail on, sail on, my bonny ship,\nAnd hae me to some lan,\nAnd a firlot full o guineas red\nWill be dealt at the lan\u2019s end.\u2019\n245B.14 The ship she hearkend to their voice\nAnd listend to the leed,\nAnd she gaed thro the green haw sea\nLike fire out o a gleed.\n245B.15 When the ship got word o that,\nGoud was to be her beat,\nShe\u2019s flowen thro the stormy seas\nLike sparks out o a weet.\n245B.16 The first an shore that they came till,\nIt was the shore o Troup;\nWi cannons an great shooting there,\nThey held Young Allan out.\n245B.17 The next an shore that they came till,\nIt was the shore o Lee;\nWi piping an sweet singing there,\nThey towed Young Allan tee.\n245B.18 The next an shore that they came till,\nIt was the shore o Lin;\nWi drums beating and pipers playing,\nThey towed Young Allan in,\nAnd Allan\u2019s lady she was there,\nTo welcome Allan hame.\n245B.19 \u2018O faer is my little boy,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018That I brought oer the sea?\u2019\n\u2018I\u2019m coming, master, running, master,\nAt your command shall be.\u2019\n245B.20 \u2018O take to you my comely cog,\nAnd wed my daughter free,\nAnd a\u2019 for this ae night\u2019s wark\nThat ye did wake wi me.\u2019\n245C: Young Allan\n245C.1 ALL the skippers o Scarsburgh\nSat drinking at the wine;\nThere fell a rousing them amang,\nOn an unseally time.\n245C.2 Some there rousd their hawk, their hawk,\nAnd some there rousd their hound,\nBut Young Allan rousd his comely cog,\nAs she stood on dry ground.\n245C.3 \u2018There\u2019s nae a ship in Scarsburgh\nWill sail the seas wi mine,\nExcept it be the Brugess Black,\nOr than the smack calld Twine.\n245C.4 \u2018There\u2019s nae a ship amang you a\u2019\nWill sail alang wi me,\nBut the comely cog o Hecklandhawk,\nAnd Flower o Yermanie,\nAnd the Black Snake o Leve London;\nThey are a\u2019 gane frae me.\u2019\n245C.5 Out it speaks a little wee boy\nStood by Young Allan\u2019s knee;\n\u2018My master has a coal-carrier\nWill take the wind frae thee.\n245C.6 \u2018She will gae out under the leaf,\nCome in under the lee,\nAnd nine times in a winter night\nShe\u2019ll turn the wind wi thee.\u2019\n245C.7 When they had wagerd them amang\nFull fifty tuns o wine,\nBesides as mickle gude black silk\nAs clathe their lemans fine,\n245C.8 When all the rest went to the tows,\nAll the whole night to stay,\nYoung Allan he went to his bower,\nThere with his God to pray.\n245C.9 \u2018There shall nae man gang to my ship\nTill I say mass amd dine,\nAnd take my leave o my lady;\nGae to my bonny ship syne.\u2019\n245C.10 Then they saild east on Saturday,\nOn Sunday sail d west,\nLikewise they sailed on Mononday\nTill twelve, when they did rest.\n245C.11 At midnight dark the wind up stark,\nAnd seas began to rout,\nTill Allan and his bonny new ship\nGaed three times witherlands about.\n245C.12 \u2018O,\u2019 sighing says the Young Allan,\n\u2018I fear a deadly storm;\nFor mony a heaving sinking sea\nStrikes sair on my ship\u2019s stern.\n245C.13 \u2018Where will I get a little wee boy\nWill take my helm in hand\nTill I gang up to my tapmast\nAnd see for some dry land?\u2019\n245C.14 \u2018O waken, waken your drunken men,\nAs they lye drunk wi wine;\nFor when ye came thro Edinbro town\nYe bought them sheen o ben.\n245C.15 \u2018There was nae shoe made for my foot,\nNor gluve made for my hand;\nBut nevertheless, my dear master,\nI\u2019ll take your helm in hand\nTill ye gang to the tall tapmast\nAnd look for some dry land.\n245C.16 \u2018And here am I, a little wee boy\nWill take your helm in han\nTill ye gang up to your tapmast,\nBut, master, stay not lang.\u2019\n245C.17 \u2018I cannot see nae day, nae day,\nNor nae meathe can I ken;\nBut mony a bonny feather-bed\nLyes floating on the faem,\nAnd the comely cog o Normanshore,\nShe never will gang hame.\u2019\n245C.18 The comely cog o Nicklingame\nCame sailing by his hand;\nSays, Gae down, gae down, ye gude skipper,\nYour ship sails on the sand.\n245C.19 \u2018Come down, come down, my gude master,\nYe see not what I see;\nFor thro and thro our comely cog\nI see the green haw sea.\u2019\n245C.20 \u2018Take fifty ells o gude canvas\nAnd wrap the ship a\u2019 round;\nAnd pick her weell, and spare her not,\nAnd make her hale and sound.\n245C.21 \u2018If ye will sail, my bonny ship,\nTill we come to dry land,\nFor ilka iron nail in you,\nOf gowd there shall be ten.\u2019\n245C.22 The ship she listend all the while,\nAnd, hearing of her hire,\nShe flew as swift threw the saut sea\nAs sparks do frae the fire.\n245C.23 The first an shore that they came till,\nThey ca\u2019d it Howdoloot;\nWi drums beating and cannons shouting,\nThey held our gude ship out.\n245C.24 The next an shore that they came till,\nThey ca\u2019d it Howdilee;\nWi drums beating and fifes playing,\nThey bare her to the sea.\n245C.25 The third an shore that they came till,\nThey ca\u2019d it Howdilin;\nWi drums beating and pipes playing,\nThey towd our gude ship in.\n245C.26 The sailors walkd upon the shore,\nWi their auld baucheld sheen,\nAnd thanked God and their Lady,\nThat brought them safe again.\n245C.27 \u2018For we went out o Scarsburgh\nWi fifty ships and three;\nBut nane o them came back again\nBut Young Allan, ye see.\u2019\n245C.28 \u2018Come down, come down, my little wee boy,\nTill I pay you your fee;\nI hae but only ae daughter,\nAnd wedded to her ye\u2019se be.\u2019\n245D: Young Allan\n245D.1 THERE was three lords sat drinkin wine\nIn bonnie Aberdeen, [O]\n. . . . .\n. . . .\n245D.2 Some o them talked o their merchandise,\nAn some o their ladies fine, [O]\nBut Young Allan he talked o his bonnie ship,\nThat cost him mony a poun.\n* * * * *\n245D.3 \u2018Whar will I get a bonnie wee boy\nThat\u2019ll tak my helm in han, O\nTill I gang up to my high topmast\nAn look oot for some dry lan?\n245D.4 \u2018He\u2019ll get half o my gowd, an half o my gear,\nAn the third pairt o my lan,\nAn gin he row me safe on shore\nHe shall hae my daughter Ann.\u2019\n245D.5 \u2018O here am I, a bonny wee boy\nThat\u2019ll tak your helm in han\nTill ye gang up to your high topmast\nAn look oot for some dry lan.\n245D.6 I\u2019ll nae seek your gowd, nor I\u2019ll nae seek your gear,\nNor the third pairt o your lan,\nBut gin I row you safe to shore\nI shall hae your daughter Ann.\n245D.7 \u2018Come doon, come doon, Young Allan,\u2019 he cries,\n\u2018Ye see nae what I see;\nFor through an through your bonnie ship-side\nAn I see the open sea.\n245D.8 \u2018Ye\u2019ll tak twenty-four o your feather-beds,\nYe\u2019ll busk your bonnie ship roon,\nAn as much o the guid canvas-claith\nAs gar gang hale an soun.\n245D.9 \u2018An whar ye want an iron bolt\nYe\u2019ll ca a siller pin,\nAn whar ye want an oaken bolt\nYe\u2019ll beat the yellow gold in.\u2019\n245D.10 He\u2019s taen twenty-four o his feather-beds\nAn buskit\u2019s bonnie ship roon,\nAn as much o the guid canvas-claith\nAs gar her gang hale an soun.\n245D.11 An whar he\u2019s wantit an iron bolt\nHe\u2019s ca\u2019d a siller pin,\nAn whar he\u2019s wantit an oaken bolt\nHe\u2019s beat the yellow gold in.\n245D.12 The firstan shore that they cam till,\nIt was the shore o Linn;\nThey held their spears an beenits oot,\nAn they wouldna lat Allan in.\n245D.13 The neistan shore that they cam till\nIt was the shore o . . \u2019.;\n. . . .\nAn they turned their ship aboot.\n245D.14 But the neistan shore that they came till,\n\u2019Twas bonnie Aberdeen;\nThe fifes an drums they a\u2019 did play,\nTo welcome Allan in.\n245D.15 \u2018O where is he, the bonnie wee boy\nThat took my helm in han\nTill I gied up to my high topmast\nAn lookd oot for some dry lan?\n245D.16 \u2018He\u2019s get half o my gowd, an half o my gear,\nAn the third pairt o my lan,\nAn since he\u2019s rowt me safe to shore\nHe sall hae my daughter Ann.\u2019\n245D.17 \u2018O here am I, the bonnie wee boy\nThat took your helm in han\nTill ye gied up to your high topmast\nAn lookd oot for some dry lan.\n245D.18 \u2018I\u2019ll nae seek half o your good, nor half o your gear,\nNor the third pairt o your lan,\nBut since I\u2019ve rowt you safe to shore\nI sall hae your daughter Ann.\u2019\n245E: Young Allan\n245E.1 THE king he sits in Dumfermline,\nBirlin at the wine,\nAnd callin for the best skipper\nThat ever sailed the faem.\n245E.2 Then out it spak a bonny boy,\nSat at the king\u2019s right knee;\n\u2018Earl Patrick is the best skipper\nThat ever sailed the sea.\u2019\n245E.3 The king he wrote a braed letter,\nAnd sealed it wi his ring,\nAnd sent it to Earl Patrick,\n. . .\n245E.4 \u2018Oh wha is this, or wha is that,\nHas tald the king o me?\nFor I was niver a gude mariner,\nAnd niver sailed the sea.\n* * * * *\n245E.5 \u2018Ye\u2019ll eat and drink, my merry young men,\nThe red wine you amang,\nFor blaw it wind, or blaw it sleet,\nOur ship maun sail the morn.\n245E.6 \u2018Late yestreen I saw the new meen\nWi the auld meen in hir arm,\u2019\nAnd sichand said him Earl Patrick,\n\u2018I fear a deadly storm.\u2019\n245E.7 They sailed up, sae did they down,\nThro mony a stormy stream,\nTill they saw the Dam o Micklengaem,\nWhen she sank amang the faem.\n245E.8 They sailed up, sae did they down,\nThro many a stormy stream,\nTill they saw the Duke o Normandy,\nAnd she sank among the faem.\n245E.9 They sailed up, sae did they down,\nThro many a stormy stream,\nTill they saw the Black Shater o Leve London\nAnd her topmast gaed in nine.\n245E.10 \u2018Where will I get a bonny boy\nThat will tack my helm in hand\nTill I gang up to my topmast,\nAnd spy for some dry land?\u2019\n245E.11 \u2018Now here am I, a bonny boy\nWill tack yer helm in hand\nTill ye go up to your topmast\nBut I fear ye\u2019ll never see land.\u2019\n245E.12 \u2018Cum down, cum down, my gude master,\nYe see not what I see,\nFor through and through yer bonny ship\nI see the raging sea.\u2019\n245E.13 \u2018Ye\u2019ll tak four-and-twenty fether-beds,\nAnd lay my bonny ship roun,\nAnd as muckle o the fine canvas\nAs make her haill and soun.\n245E.14 \u2018And where she wants an iron nail\nO silver she\u2019s hae three,\nAnd where she wants a timmer-pin\nWe\u2019ll rap the red goud in.\u2019\n* * * * *\n245E.15 The firsten shore that they cam till,\nThey cad it shore the Linn;\nWi heart and hand and good command,\nThey towed their bonny ship in.\n245E.16 The nexten shore that they came till,\nThey caad it shore the Lee;\nWith heart and hand and good command,\nThey towed the bonny ship tee.\n245E.17 There was twenty ships gaed to the sea,\nTwenty ships and ane,\nAnd there was na ane came back again\nBut Earl Patrick alane.","title":"The Child Ballads: 245. Young Allan","type":"page"}