[A composite volume : containing The ballads and songs of Ayrshire ...

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THE HEIR OF LINNE.
Iff thou wilt sell thy lands soe broad,
Good store of gold He give thee heere."
" My gold is gone, my money is spent
My lande nowe take it unto thee
Give me the golde, good John o' the Scales,
And thine for aye my lande shall be."
Then John he did him to record di-aw,
And John he cast him a god's-pennie ;
But for every pounde that John agreed.
The land, I wis, Avas well worth three.
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He told him the gold upon the horde,
He was right glad his land to winne
" The gold is thine, the land is mine.
And now He be the lord of Linne."
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Thus he hath sold his land soe broad,
Both hill and holt, and moore and fenne,
{ All but a poor and lonesome lodge.
That stood far off in a lonely glenne.
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For soe he to his father hight
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"My Sonne, when I am gonne," sayd hee,
" Then thou wilt spend thy lande so broad,
And thou wilt spend thy gold so free
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" But sweare me nowe upon the roode,
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That lonesome lodge thou'It never spend
For when all the world doth frown on thee,
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Thou there shalt find a faithful friend."
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The heir of Linne is full of golde
\ And "come with me, my friends," sayd hee,
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" Let's drinke, and rant, and merry make.
And he that spares, ne'er mote he thee."
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