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THE HEIR OP LINNE.
An' ye'll pay me when the seas gang dry, But ye'll ne'er be heir o' Linne."
Then he turn'd him richt and roun' about,
As will as woman's son; And aff he set, and bent his way,
And straightway came to Linne.
But when he cam to that castle,
They were set doun to dine; A score o' nobles there he saw,
Sat drinkin' at the wine.
Then some bad' gie him beef, the beef, And some bad' gie him the bane;
And some bad' gie him naething at a', But lat the palmer gang.
Then out it speaks the new come laird,
A saucie word spak' hee; " Put roun' the cup, gie my rival a sup,
Lat him fare on his way."
Then out it speaks Sir Ned Magnew,
Ane o' young Willie's kin; " This youth was ance a sprightlie boy
As ever lived in Linne."
He turned him richt and roun' about, As will as woman's son ;