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So. The Heir of Linne
T HE 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. ii ' 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 ! ' in 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: v ' 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 ?' VI 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,'
well-faur'd] well-favoured, yetts] gates, causey] causeway, pavement. blin] stint, check.