Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 7 of 8 from 1860 edition - online book

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THE HEIE OF LINNE.
For when I was the lord of Linne, I never wanted gold nor fee.
*l But many a trustye friend have I,
And why shold I feel dole or care ?                   n
lie borrow of them all by turnes,
Soe need I not be never bare."
But one, i-wis, was not at home ;
Another had payd his gold away; Another call'd him thriftless loone,                         is
And bade him sharpely wend his way.
" Now well-aday," sayd the heire of Linne,
" Now well-aday, and woe is me ; For when I had my landes so broad,
On me they liv'd right merrilee.                          so
" To beg my bread from door to door,
I-wis, it were a brenning shame ; To rob and steal it were a sinne;
To worke, my limbs I cannot frame.
" Now He away to [the] lonesome lodge,              es
For there my father bade me wend:
When all the world should frown on mee I there shold find a trusty friend."







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