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

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THE HEIK OF LINNE.
They ranted, drank, and merry made,
Till all his gold it waxed thinne ;
And then his friendes they slunk away :
They left the unthrifty heir of Linne.
He had never a penny left in his purse,
Never a penny left but three
And one was brass, another was lead,
And another it was white monie.
" Nowe well-a-day," sayd the heir of Linne,
" Nowe well-a-day, and woe is raee,
For when I was the lord of Linne,
I never wanted gold nor fee.
" But many a trustye friend have I,
And why shold I feel dole or care
He borrow of them all by turnes,
Soe need I not be never bare."
But one, I wis, was not at home ;
Another had paid his gold away
Another call'd him thriftless loone,
And bade him sharpley wend his way.
" Now well-a-day," sayed the heir of Linne,
" Now well-a-day, and woe is me
For when I had my landes so broad.
On me they lived right merrilie.
" To beg my bread from door to door,
I wis, it were a brenning shame
To rob and steal it were a sinne
To work my limbs I cannot frame.
" Now He be away to my lonesome lodge.
For there my father bade me wend ;
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