Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 7 of 8 from 1860 edition - online book

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66                       THE HEIR OF LINNE.
Let it now sheeld thy foule disgrace, And all thy shame and sorrows end."
Sorely shent wi' this rebuke,                                    2s
Sorely shent was the heire of Linne ;
His heart, i-wis, was near to-brast
With guilt and sorrowe, shame and sinne.
Never a word spake the heire of Linne,
Never a word he spake but three :                     so
" This is a trusty friend indeed, And is right welcome unto mee."
Then round his necke the corde he drewe,
And sprang aloft with his bodie, When lo ! the ceiling burst in twaine,                   35
And to the ground come tumbling hee.
Astonyed lay the heire of Linne, Ne knewe if he were live or dead:
At length he looked, and sawe a bille,
And in it a key of gold so redd.                         «
He took the bill, and lookt it on, Strait good comfort found he there:
Itt told him of a hole in the wall,
In which there stood three chests in-fere.
Two were full of the beaten golde,                        «
The third was full of white money;