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THE HEIR OF LINNE
' Come here, come here, Willy,' she said,
' And rest yoursel' wi' me ; I hae seen you in better days,
And in jovial companye.'—
' 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.'
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.
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.
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.