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

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THE HEIR OP LINNE.
When all the world should frown on mee
I there shold find a trusty friend."
Pakx the Second.
AwAT then hyed the heir of Linne
O'er hill and holt, and moor and fenne,
Until he came to lonesome lodge,
That stood so lowe in a lonely glenne.
He looked up, he looked downe.
In hopes some comfort for to winne
But bare and lothly were the walles.
" Here's sorry cheare," quoth the heir of Linne.
The little windowe dim and darke
Was hung with ivy, brere, and yewe
No shimmering sunn here ever shone :
No halesome breeze here ever blew.
No chair, ne table he mote spye.
No cheerful hearth, ne welcome bed,
Nought save a rope with renning noose,
That dangling hung up o'er his head.
And over it in broad letters.
These words were written so plain to see :
" Ah ! graceless wretch, hast spent thine all,
And brought thyselfe to penurie
" All this my boding mind misgave,
I therefore left this trusty friend :
Let it now sheeld thy foule disgrace,
And all thy shame and sorrows end."
Sorely shent wi' this rebuke.
Sorely shent was the heir of Linne