| Get all things in order I’ll write with my pen |
| The trials and misfortune of Allan McLean |
| I was born in the Oulton, a minister’s son |
| Brought up with good learning ‘til my school days were done |
| Well I went to the college a scholar to be |
| But the wedding at Westfield it quite ruined me |
| John Allan, McGregor, McDermott and me |
| Went to the wedding bonnie lassies to see |
| Oh we danced and we drank and we took great delight |
| ‘Til bonny Sally Allan came into my sight |
| Oh Sally, dear Sally, will you sit down by m |
| And tell me the nws from your north country |
| Oh Sally, dear Sally will you take a dram |
| Oh yes, bonny Allan if it comes from your hand |
| We went to the broom in the middle of the night |
| We had neither coal nor candle but the moon gave us light |
| But her father the next morning to the college he came |
| He was all in a passion at Allan McLean |
| If it’s true says the Regent and I think it’s no lie |
| This day from Oulton College young Allan must fly |
| Today’s the recreation and tomorrow’s the Ball |
| And we’ll banish you Allan from the Oulton College Hall |
| She was a rich man’s daughter and I but a poor man’s son |
| And one word from her father and my college days were done |
| My fathers a minister and he preaches at Tain |
| And my mother dies in the Highlands and I dare not go home |
| But there’s Charlotte, the Royal lies ready for sea |
| And she takes goods and passengers and maybe she’ll take me |
| I intended for a minister but now that will not do |
| And it’s now as a doctor my life I must pursue |
| And it’s I’m bound for London a doctor to be |
| And then to Jamaica, strange countries to see |
| And if ever I return again as I hope I will |
| We will have a merry meeting by the Oulton College wall |
| And if ever I return again as I surely will |
| I will marry Sally Allan in spite of them all |