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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344297" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Heir Of Lynne</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of all the lords in faire Scotland<br>A song I will begin:<br>Amongst them all dwelled a lord<br>Which was the unthrifty Lord of Lynne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His father and mother were dead him froe,<br>And so was the head of all his kinne;<br>He did neither cease nor blinne<br>To the cards and dice that he did run.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To drinke the wine that was so cleere!<br>With every man he would make merry.<br>And then bespake him John of the Scales,<br>Unto the heire of Lynne say'd hee,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sayes 'how dost thou, Lord of Lynne,<br>Doest either want gold or fee?<br>Wilt thou not sell thy land so brode<br>To such a good fellow as me?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For . . I . . ' he said,<br>'My land, take it unto thee;<br>I draw you to record, my lords all;'<br>With that he cast him a Gods pennie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He told him the gold upon the bord,<br>It wanted never a bare penny.<br>'That gold is thine, the land is mine,<br>The heire of Lynne I will bee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Heeres gold enough,' saithe the heire of Lynne,<br>'Both for me and my company.'<br>He drunke the wine that was so cleere,<br>And with every man he made merry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within three quarters of a yeare<br>His gold and fee it waxed thinne,<br>His merry men were from him gone,<br>And left himselfe all alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He had never a penny left in his purse,<br>Never a penny but three,<br>And one was brasse and another was lead<br>And another was white mony.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now well-a-day!' said the heire of Lynne,<br>'Now well-a-day, and woe is mee!<br>For when I was the Lord of Lynne,<br>I neither wanted gold nor fee;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For I have sold my lands so broad,<br>And have not left me one penny!<br>I must go now and take some read<br>Unto Edenborrow and beg my bread.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He had not beene in Edenborrow<br>Nor three quarters of a yeare,<br>But some did give him and some said nay,<br>And some bid 'to the deele gang yee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For if we should hang some land selfeer,<br>The first we would begin with thee.'<br>'Now well-a-day!' said the heire of Lynne,<br>'Now well-a-day, and woe is mee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For now I have sold my lands so broad<br>That merry man is irke with mee;<br>But when that I was the Lord of Lynne<br>Then on my land I lived merrily;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And now I have sold my land so broade<br>That I have not left me one pennye!<br>God be with my father!' he said,<br>'On his land he lived merrily.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still in a study there as he stood,<br>He unbethought him of a bill,<br>He unbethought him of a bill<br>Which his father had left with him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bade him he should never on it looke<br>Till he was in extreame neede,<br>'And by my faith,' said the heire of Lynne,<br>'Then now I had never more neede.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He tooke the bill and looked it on,<br>Good comfort that he found there;<br>It told him of a castle wall<br>Where there stood three chests in feare:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two were full of the beaten gold,<br>The third was full of white money.<br>He turned then downe his bags of bread<br>And filled them full of gold so red.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then he did never cease nor blinne<br>Till John of the Scales house he did winne.<br>When that he came John of the Scales,<br>Up at the speere he looked then;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There sate three lords upon a rowe,<br>And John o' the Scales sate at the bord's head,<br>And John o' the Scales sate at the bord's head<br>Because he was the lord of Lynne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then bespake the heire of Lynne<br>To John o' the Scales wife thus sayd hee,<br>Sayd 'Dame, wilt thou not trust me one shott<br>That I may sit downe in this company?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now Christ's curse on my head,' she said,<br>'If I do trust thee one pennye,'<br>Then bespake a good fellowe,<br>Which sate by John o' the Scales his knee,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Said 'have thou here, thou heire of Lynne,<br>Forty-pence I will lend thee,--<br>Some time a good fellow thou hast beene<br>And other forty if it need bee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They drunken wine that was so cleere,<br>And every man they made merry,<br>And then bespake him John o' the Scales<br>Unto the Lord of Lynne said hee;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Said 'how doest thou heire of Lynne,<br>Since I did buy thy lands of thee?<br>I will sell it to thee twenty better cheepe,<br>Nor ever did I buy it of thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I draw you to recorde, lords all:'<br>With that he cast him god's penny;<br>Then he tooke to his bags of bread,<br>And they were full of the gold so red.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He told him the gold then over the borde<br>It wanted never a broad pennye;<br>'That gold is thine, the land is mine,<br>And the heire of Lynne againe I will bee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now well-a-day!' said John o' the Scales' wife,<br>'Well-a-day, and woe is me!<br>Yesterday I was the lady of Lynne,<br>And now I am but John o' the Scales wife!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Says 'have thou here, thou good fellow,<br>Forty pence thou did lend me;<br>Forty pence thou did lend me,<br>And forty I will give thee,<br>I'll make thee keeper of my forrest,<br>Both of the wild deere and the tame.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But then bespake the heire of Lynne,<br>These were the words and thus spake hee,<br>'Christ's curse light upon my crowne<br>If ere my land stand in any jeopardye!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Lang">Andrew Lang</a><div class=q>
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A song I will begin:
Amongst them all dwelled a lord
Which was the unthrifty Lord of Lynne.

His father and mother were dead him froe,
And so was the head of all his kinne;
He did neither cease nor blinne
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