A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

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Sayes, " Welcome, welcome. Lord of LInne,
Let nought disturb thy merry cheare.
If thou wilt sell thy landes sae broad.
Good store of gold I'll give thee here."
" My gold is gone-, my money is spent ;^
My lande nowe take it unto thee
Give me the gold, good John o' the Scales,
And thine for aye my land shall bee."
Then John he did him to record draw,
And John he gav€ him a God's-pennie ;
But for every pound that John agreed.
The lande, I M^is, was well worth three.
He told him the gold upon the board.
He was right glad his lande to winne
" The land is mine, the gold is thine,
And now I'll be the Lord of Linne.'*
Thus he hath sold his lande soe broad,
Baith hill, and holt, and moor, and fenne ;
All but a poore and lonesome lodge.
That stood far aif in a lonely glenne.
For soe he to his father hight :
" My Sonne when I am gane," sayd hee,
" Then thou wilt spend thy lande soe broad^
And thou wilt spend thy gold so free.
^' But sweare mee nowe upon the roode,t
That lonesome lodge thou'lt never spend ;
For when all the world doth frown on thee,
. Thou
there shalt find a fliithful friend."
* Promised. f Cross.
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