80. The Heir of Linne. Quiller-Couch, Arthur, ed. 1910. The Oxford Book of Ballads

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Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (1863–1944). The Oxford Book of Ballads. 1910.

80. The Heir of Linne

THE BONNY heir, and the well-faur’d heir,

The weary heir o’ Linne—

Yonder he stands at his father’s yetts,

And naebody bids him in.

‘O see for he gangs, and see for he stands,

The unthrifty heir o’ Linne!

O see for he stands on the cauld causey,

And nane bids him come in!’

III

His father and mother were dead him fro’,

And so was the head o’ his kin;

To the cards and dice that he did run,

Did neither cease nor blin.

To drink the wine that was so clear

With all he would mak’ merrye;

And then bespake him John o’ the Scales,

To the heir of Linne said he:

‘How doest thou, thou Lord of Linne

Doest want or gold or fee?

Wilt thou not sell thy lands so broad

To such a good fellow as me?’

He told the gold upon the board,

Wanted never a bare pennye:

‘The gold is thine, the land is mine,

The heir of Linne I will be.’

VII

‘Here’s gold enow,’ saith the heir of Linne,

‘For me and my companye.’

He drank the wine that was so clear,

And with all he made merrye.

VIII

Within three quarters of a year

His gold it waxèd thin;

His merry men were from him gone,

Bade him, ‘To the de’il ye’se gang!’

‘Now well-a-day!’ said the heir of Linne,

‘I have left not one pennye.

God be with my father!’ he said,

‘On his land he lived merrilye.’

His nourice at her window look’d,

Beholding dale and down,

And she beheld this distress’d young man

Come walking to the town.

‘O see for he gangs, and see for he stands,

The weary heir o’ Linne!

O see for he stands on the cauld causey,

And nane bids him come in!’—

XII

‘Sing owre again that sang, nourice,

The sang ye sung just now.’—

‘I never sung a sang i’ my life

But I would sing owre to you.

XIII

‘Come here, come here, Willy,’ she said,

‘And rest yoursel’ wi’ me;

I hae seen you in better days,

And in jovial companye.’—

XIV

‘Gie me a sheave o’ your bread, nourice,

And a bottle o’ your wine,

And I will pay it you owre again

When I am Lord of Linne.’—

‘Ye’se get a sheave o’ my bread, Willy,

And a bottle o’ my wine;

But ye’ll pay me when the seas gang dry,

For ye’ll ne’er be Lord o’ Linne.’

XVI

Then he turn’d him right and round about,

As will a woman’s son,

And aff he set and bent his way

And cam’ to the house o’ Linne.

XVII

But when he cam’ to that castle,

They were set down to dine;

A score of nobles there he saw,

Sat drinking at their wine.

XVIII

Then some bade gie him beef and fish,

And some but bane and fin,

And some bade gie him naething at a’,

But let the palmer gang.

XIX

Then out it speaks him John o’ Scales,

A saucy word spak’ he:

‘Put round the cup, give the beggar a sup,

Let him fare on his way.’

Then out it speaks Sir Ned Magnew,

Ane o’ young Willy’s kin:

‘This youth was ance a sprightly boy

As ever lived in Linne.’

XXI

He turn’d him right and round about,

As will a woman’s son,

Then minded him on a little wee key

That his mother left to him.

XXII

His mother left him this little wee key

A little before she deed;

And bade him keep this little wee key

Till he was in maist need.

XXIII

Then forth he went, these nobles left

All drinking in the room;

Wi’ walking rod intill his hand

He walk’d the castle roun’:

XXIV

Till that he found a little door,

And therein slipp’d the key;

And there he found three chests in fere

Of the red and the white monie.

XXV

Back then through the nobles a’

He went and did not blin,

Until he cam’ where John o’ the Scales

Was seated [at the wine].

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XXVI

Then out and spake it John o’ Scales,

He spake wi’ mock and jeer:

‘I’d gie a seat to the Lord o’ Linne

If sae be that he were here.

XXVII

‘When the lands o’ Linne a-selling were

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A’ men said they were free;

I will sell them twenty pound better cheap

Nor ever I bought of thee.’—

XXVIII

‘I tak’ ye to witness, nobles a’!

—He cast him a God’s pennye—

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‘I will buy them twenty pound better cheap

Nor ever he bought of me.’

XXIX

He’s done him to the gaming-table,

For it stood fair and clean;

And there he’s tould as much rich gold

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As free’d the lands o’ Linne.

XXX

He told the gold there over the board,

Wanted never a broad pennye;

‘The gold is thine, the land is mine,

Lord o’ Linne again I’ll be.’

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XXXI

‘Well-a-day!’ said John o’ the Scales’ wife,

‘Well-a-day, and woe is me!

Yesterday I was the Lady o’ Linne,

And now I’m a naebodye!’

XXXII

But ‘Fare thee well,’ said the heir of Linne,

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‘Now John o’ the Scales!’ said he:

‘A curse light on me if ever again

My lands be in jeopardye!’

GLOSS: well-faur’d] well-favoured. yetts] gates. causey] causeway, pavement. blin] stint, check. sheave] slice. in fere] together. God’s pennye] earnest or luck-penny.

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