Francis James Child

“ Young Allan grat and 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.
'But gin I coud get a bonny boy
Wad tak my helm in han,
That would steer my bonny ship,
An bring her safe to land,
'He shoud get the twa part o my goud,
The third o my land,
An gin we win safe to shore
He shoud get my dochter Ann.'
'O here am I, a bonny boy
That will tak your helm in han,
An will steer your bonny ship,
An bring her safe to lan. ”

“ Young Allan and his bonny new ship
Gaed three times witherlins about.
'O faer will I get a bonny boy
Will take my helm in hand
Ere I gang up to the tapmast-head
To look for some dry land?'
'O waken, waken your drunken men,
As they lie drunk wi wine ”

“ An it was in unhappy time.
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. ”

“ Till twelve, when they did rest.
At midnight dark the wind up stark,
And seas began to rout,
Till Allan and his bonny new ship
Gaed three times witherlands about.
'O,' sighing says the Young Allan,
'I fear a deadly storm ”