13 ‘Gie me a sheave o your bread, nourice, And a bottle o your wine, And I’ll pay you it a’ ower again, When I’m the laird o Linne.’ 14 ‘Ye’se get a sheave o my bread, Willie, And a bottle o my wine, But ye’ll pay me when the seas gang dry, For ye’ll neer be heir o Linne.’ 15 Then he turnd him right and round about, As will as woman’s son, And aff he set, and bent his way, And straightway came to Linne. 16 But when he came to that castle, They were set down to dine; A score o nobles there he saw, Sat drinking at the wine. 17 Then some bade gie him beef, the beef, And some bade gie him the bane; And some bade gie him naething at a’, But lat the palmer gang. 18 Then out it speaks the new-come laird, A saucy word spake hee; ‘Put round the cup, gie my rival a sup, Let him fare on his way.’ 19 Then out it speaks Sir Ned Magnew, Ane o young Willie’s kin; ‘This youth was ance a sprightly boy As ever lived in Linne.’ 20 He turned him right and round about, As will as woman’s son, Then minded him on a little wee key, That his mother left to him. 21 His mother left [him] this little wee key A little before she died; And bade him keep this little wee key Till he was in maist need. 22 Then forth he went, these nobles left, All drinkin’ in the room, Wi walking rod intill his hand, He walked the castle roun. 23 There he found out a little door, For there the key slipped in, And there [he] got as muckle red gowd As freed the lands o Linne. 24 Back through the nobles then he went, A saucy man was then: ‘I’ll take the cup frae this new-come laird, For he neer bade me sit down.’ 25 Then out it speaks the new-come laird, He spake wi mock an jeer; ‘I’d gie a seat to the laird o Linne, Sae be that he were here. 26 ‘When the lands o Linne a selling were, A’ men said they were free; This lad shall hae them frae me this day, If he’ll gie the third pennie.’ 27 ‘I take ye witness, nobles a’, Guide witnesses ye’ll be; I’m promisd the lands o Linne this day, If I gie the third pennie.’ 28 ‘Ye’ve taen us witness, Willie,’ they said, ‘Guide witnesses we’ll be;’ ‘Buy the lands o Linne who likes, They’ll neer be bought by thee.’ 29 He’s done him to a gaming-table, For it stood fair and clean; There he tauld down as much rich gowd As freed the lands o Linne. 30 Thus having done, he turnd about, A saucy man was he; ‘Take up your monie, my lad,’ he says, ‘Take up your third pennie. 31 ‘Aft hae I gane wi barefeet cauld, Likewise wi legs full bare, An mony days walkd at these yetts Wi muckle dool and care.