Classic Poem

A' the skippers of bonny Lothain,
As they sat at the wine,
There fell a reesin them amang,
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.

" I hae as good a ship this day
As 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."

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.

" For my master has a little boat
Will 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."

" 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."

They had na saild a league,
A league but barely three,
But through an thro the bonny ship
They saw the green wall sea.

They had na saild a league,
A league but barely five,
But through an thro their bonny ship
They saw the green well wave.

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.

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.

" 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 part 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.

" Ye tak four-an-twenty feather-beds
An lay the bonny ship round,
An as much of the good canvas
As mak her hale an soun."

They took four-an-twenty feather-beds
An laid the bonny ship roun,
An as much o the good canvas
As made her hale an soun.

" 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.

" 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.

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!"

" Whar is the bonny boy
That took my helm in han,
That steerd my bonny ship,
An brought her safe to lan?

" 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."

" O here am I, the bonny boy
That took your helm in han,
That steered your bonny ship,
An brought her safe to lan.

" 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."

Forty ships went to the sea,
Forty ships and five,
An there never came ane o a' back,
But Young Allan, alive.