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THE HEIR OP LINNE. |
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An' ye'll pay me when the seas gang dry, But ye'll ne'er be heir o' Linne."
Then he turn'd him richt and roun' about,
As will as woman's son; And aff he set, and bent his way,
And straightway came to Linne.
But when he cam to that castle,
They were set doun to dine; A score o' nobles there he saw,
Sat drinkin' at the wine.
Then some bad' gie him beef, the beef, And some bad' gie him the bane;
And some bad' gie him naething at a', But lat the palmer gang.
Then out it speaks the new come laird,
A saucie word spak' hee; " Put roun' the cup, gie my rival a sup,
Lat him fare on his way."
Then out it speaks Sir Ned Magnew,
Ane o' young Willie's kin; " This youth was ance a sprightlie boy
As ever lived in Linne."
He turned him richt and roun' about, As will as woman's son ; |
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