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| | The Child Ballads: 245. Young Allan |
 | | 245A.17 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. |
 | | 245B.13 145;Sail on, sail on, my bonny ship, And hae me to some lan, And a firlot full o guineas red Will be dealt at the lans end. 245B.14 The ship she hearkend to their voice And listend to the leed, And she gaed thro the green haw sea Like fire out o a gleed. |
 | | 245C.21 If ye will sail, my bonny ship, Till we come to dry land, For ilka iron nail in you, Of gowd there shall be ten. 245C.22 The ship she listend all the while, And, hearing of her hire, She flew as swift threw the saut sea As sparks do frae the fire. |
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