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THE HEIR OF LINNE
Back then through the nobles a'
He went and did not blin, Until he cam' where John o' the Scales
Was seated [at the wine].
Then out and spake it John o' Scales,
He spake wi' mock and jeer : ' I'd gie a seat to the Lord o' Linne
If sae be that he were here.
xxvir ' When the lands o' Linne a-selling were
A' men said they were free ; I will sell them twenty pound better cheap
Nor ever I bought of thee.'—
c I tak' ye to witness, nobles a' !
—He cast him a God's pennye— ' I will buy them twenty pound better cheap
Nor ever he bought of me.'
He 's done him to the gaming-table,
For it stood fair and clean ; And there he 's tould as much rich gold
As free'd the lands o' Linne.
He told the gold there over the board, Wanted never a broad pennye ;
' The gold is thine, the land is mine, Lord o' Linne again I'll be.'
God's pennye] earnest or luck-penny.