A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

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'^' And here I pl'offer thee^ Heire of Linne,
Before these lords so fau*e and free.
Thou shalt have it backe again better cheap,
By a hundred marks than I had it of thee."
^' I drawe you to record, lords/' he sayd.
With that he gave him a God's pennee
" Now by my fay/' said the Heire of Linne,
" And here, good John, is thy money."
And he pull'd forth three bagges of gold.
And he layd them down upon the bord
All woe begone was John o' the Scales,
So shent lie could say never a word.
He told him forth the good redd gold.
He told it forth with miekle dinne ;
" The gold is thine, the land is mine.
And now I'm againe the Lord of Linne.
Sayes, " Have thou here, thou good fellbwe^
Forty pence thou didst lend mee ;
Now I'm againe the Lord of Linne,
And forty pounds I will give thee."
'• Now well-a-day !" sayth Joan o' the Scales,
'^ Now well-a-day ! and woe is my life !
Yesterday I was Lady of Linne,
Now I'm but John o' the Scales his wife."
" Now fare thee well," sayd the Heire of Linne,
'' Farewell, good John o' the Scales," sayd hee ;:
" When next I -w^ant to sell my land.
Good John o' the Scales, I'll come to thee."
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