|Share page||Visit Us On FB|
THE HEIR OF LINNE
Then out it speaks him John o' Scales,
A saucy word spak' he: ' Put round the cup, give the beggar a sup,
Let him fare on his way,'
Then out it speaks Sir Ned Magnew,
Ane o' young Willy's kin: ' This youth was ance a sprightly boy
As ever lived in Linne,'
He turn'd him right and round about,
As will a woman's son, Then minded him on a little wee key
That his mother left to him.
His mother left him this little wee key
A little before she deed; And bade him keep this little wee key
Till he was in maist need.
Then forth he went, these nobles left
All drinking in the room; Wi' walking rod intill his hand
He walk'd the castle roun':
Till that he found a little door,
And therein slipp'd the key ; And there he found three chests in fere
Of the red and the white monie.
in fere] together.