A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc
A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc
3^8 " To beg my bread from door to door, I wis, it were a brenning* shame;. To rob and steal it were a sinne; To worke, my limbs I cannot frame, '* Now I'll aw^ay to lonesome lodge. For there my father bade me wend. When all the world should frowne on meje^ I there shotdd find a trusty friend." PART THE SECOND. Away then hyed the Heire of Linne, O'er hill, and holt, and moor,/ and fenne^ Until he came to lonesome lodge. That stood so lowe in a lonely glenne. He looked up, he looked downe^ In hope some comfort for to winne^, But bare and lothly were the walles : " Here's sorry eheare," quo' the Heire of Linne. The little windowe dim and darke Was hung with ivy, brere, and yewe ;. No shimmering t sun here ever shone; No halesome breeze here ever blewe. * Burning. -j- Shining by glances.
359 No chair, ne table he mote spye. No chearful hearth, ne welcome bed. Nought save a rope with renning noose. That dangling hung up o'er his head. And over it in broad letters. These words were written so plaine to see: *^ Ah ! graceless wretch ! hath spent thine all. And brought thy sehe to penurie ? ''' All this my boding mind misgave, I therefore left this trusty friend Let it now shield thy foule disgrace. And all thy shame and sorrows end." Sorely ehent * wi' this rebuke. 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 : ^' This is a trusty friend indeed. And is right welcome unto mee.'* Then round his neck the cord he drewej, And sprang aloft with his bodie : When lo ! the ceiling burst in twaine. And to the ground came 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 soe redd, * Ashamed. : ;
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3^8<br />
" To beg my bread from door to door,<br />
I wis, it were a brenning* shame;.<br />
To rob <strong>and</strong> steal it were a sinne;<br />
To worke, my limbs I cannot frame,<br />
'* Now I'll aw^ay to lonesome lodge.<br />
For there my father bade me wend.<br />
When all the world should frowne on meje^<br />
I there shotdd find a trusty friend."<br />
PART THE SECOND.<br />
Away then hyed the Heire <strong>of</strong> Linne,<br />
O'er hill, <strong>and</strong> holt, <strong>and</strong> moor,/ <strong>and</strong> fenne^<br />
Until he came to lonesome lodge.<br />
That stood so lowe in a lonely glenne.<br />
He looked up, he looked downe^<br />
In hope some comfort for to winne^,<br />
But bare <strong>and</strong> lothly were the walles :<br />
" Here's sorry eheare," quo' the Heire <strong>of</strong> Linne.<br />
The little windowe dim <strong>and</strong> darke<br />
Was hung with ivy, brere, <strong>and</strong> yewe ;.<br />
No shimmering t sun here ever shone;<br />
No halesome breeze here ever blewe.<br />
* Burning. -j- Shining by glances.