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A Selection Of The Best English Lyric Ballads Chosen & Edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch

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THE HEIR OF LINNE
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.'
xv ' 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.
sheave] slice.
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