28 He told him the gold then over the borde, It wanted neuer a broad pennye: ‘_Tha_t gold is thine, the land is mine, And the heire of Linne againe I wilbee.’ 29 ‘Now welladay!’ said Iohn o the Scales’ wife, ‘Welladay, and woe is me! Yesterday I was the lady of Linne, And now I am but Iohn o the Scales’ wiffe!’ 30 Saies, Haue thou heere, thou good fellow, Forty pence thou did lend me, Forty pence thou did lend me, And forty pound I will giue thee. 31 ‘Ile make thee keep_er_ of my forrest Both of the wild deere and the tame,’ . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 32 But then bespake the heire of Linne, These were the words, and thus said hee, Christs curse light vpon my crowne If ere my land stand in any ieopardye! B =a.= Buchan’s MSS, I, 40. =b.= Buchan’s MSS, II, 114. =c.= Christie’s Traditional Ballad Airs, I, 112. 1 ‘The bonny heir, and the well-faird heir, And the weary heir o Linne, Yonder he stands at his father’s yetts, And naebody bids him come in. 2 ‘O see for he gangs, an see for he stands, The weary heir o Linne! O see for he stands on the cauld casey, And nae an bids him come in! 3 ‘But if he had been his father’s heir, Or yet the heir o Linne, He wadna stand on the cauld casey, Some an woud taen him in.’ 4 ‘Sing ower again that sang, nourice, The sang ye sung just now;’ ‘I never sung a sang in my life But I woud sing ower to you. 5 ‘O see for he gangs, an see for he stands, The weary heir o Linne! O see for he stands on the cauld casey, An nae an bids him come in! 6 ‘But if he had been his father’s heir, Or yet the heir o Linne, He woudna stand on the cauld casye, Some an woud taen him in. 7 ‘When his father’s lands a selling were, His claise lay well in fauld, But now he wanders on the shore, Baith hungry, weet, and cauld.’ 8 As Willie he gaed down the town, The gentlemen were drinking; Some bade gie Willie a glass, a glass, And some bade him gie nane, Some bade gie Willie a glass, a glass, The weary heir o Linne. 9 As Willie he came up the town, The fishers were a’ sitting; Some bade gie Willie a fish, a fish, Some bade gie him a fin, Some bade gie him a fish, a fish, And lat the palmer gang. 10 He turned him right and round about, As will as a woman’s son, And taen his cane into his hand, And on his way to Linne. 11 His nourice at her window lookd, Beholding dale and down, And she beheld this distressd young man Come walking to the town. 12 ‘Come here, come here, Willie,’ she said, ‘And rest yoursel wi me; I hae seen you in better days, And in jovial companie.’