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Of all the lords in faire Scotland	A
A song I will begin	B
Amongst them all dwelled a lord	C
Which was the unthrifty Lord of Lynne	B
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His father and mother were dead him froe	D
And so was the head of all his kinne	B
He did neither cease nor blinne	B
To the cards and dice that he did run	B
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To drinke the wine that was so cleere	D
With every man he would make merry	D
And then bespake him John of the Scales	E
Unto the heire of Lynne say'd hee	D
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Sayes how dost thou Lord of Lynne	B
Doest either want gold or fee	D
Wilt thou not sell thy land so brode	F
To such a good fellow as me	D
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For I he said	G
My land take it unto thee	D
I draw you to record my lords all	H
With that he cast him a Gods pennie	D
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He told him the gold upon the bord	G
It wanted never a bare penny	D
That gold is thine the land is mine	B
The heire of Lynne I will bee	D
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Heeres gold enough saithe the heire of Lynne	B
Both for me and my company	D
He drunke the wine that was so cleere	D
And with every man he made merry	D
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Within three quarters of a yeare	D
His gold and fee it waxed thinne	D
His merry men were from him gone	D
And left himselfe all alone	D
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He had never a penny left in his purse	I
Never a penny but three	D
And one was brasse and another was lead	G
And another was white mony	D
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Now well a day said the heire of Lynne	D
Now well a day and woe is mee	D
For when I was the Lord of Lynne	D
I neither wanted gold nor fee	D
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For I have sold my lands so broad	G
And have not left me one penny	D
I must go now and take some read	G
Unto Edenborrow and beg my bread	G
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He had not beene in Edenborrow	D
Nor three quarters of a yeare	D
But some did give him and some said nay	D
And some bid to the deele gang yee	D
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For if we should hang some land selfeer	D
The first we would begin with thee	D
Now well a day said the heire of Lynne	D
Now well a day and woe is mee	D
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For now I have sold my lands so broad	G
That merry man is irke with mee	D
But when that I was the Lord of Lynne	D
Then on my land I lived merrily	D
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And now I have sold my land so broade	G
That I have not left me one pennye	D
God be with my father he said	G
On his land he lived merrily	D
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Still in a study there as he stood	G
He unbethought him of a bill	J
He unbethought him of a bill	J
Which his father had left with him	K
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Bade him he should never on it looke	L
Till he was in extreame neede	G
And by my faith said the heire of Lynne	D
Then now I had never more neede	G
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He tooke the bill and looked it on	D
Good comfort that he found there	D
It told him of a castle wall	H
Where there stood three chests in feare	D
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Two were full of the beaten gold	G
The third was full of white money	D
He turned then downe his bags of bread	G
And filled them full of gold so red	G
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Then he did never cease nor blinne	D
Till John of the Scales house he did winne	D
When that he came John of the Scales	E
Up at the speere he looked then	D
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There sate three lords upon a rowe	M
And John o' the Scales sate at the bord's head	G
And John o' the Scales sate at the bord's head	G
Because he was the lord of Lynne	D
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And then bespake the heire of Lynne	D
To John o' the Scales wife thus sayd hee	D
Sayd Dame wilt thou not trust me one shott	G
That I may sit downe in this company	D
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Now Christ's curse on my head she said	G
If I do trust thee one pennye	D
Then bespake a good fellowe	M
Which sate by John o' the Scales his knee	D
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Said have thou here thou heire of Lynne	D
Forty pence I will lend thee	D
Some time a good fellow thou hast beene	D
And other forty if it need bee	D
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They drunken wine that was so cleere	D
And every man they made merry	D
And then bespake him John o' the Scales	E
Unto the Lord of Lynne said hee	D
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Said how doest thou heire of Lynne	D
Since I did buy thy lands of thee	D
I will sell it to thee twenty better cheepe	N
Nor ever did I buy it of thee	D
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I draw you to recorde lords all	H
With that he cast him god's penny	D
Then he tooke to his bags of bread	G
And they were full of the gold so red	G
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He told him the gold then over the borde	G
It wanted never a broad pennye	D
That gold is thine the land is mine	D
And the heire of Lynne againe I will bee	D
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Now well a day said John o' the Scales' wife	O
Well a day and woe is me	D
Yesterday I was the lady of Lynne	D
And now I am but John o' the Scales wife	O
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Says have thou here thou good fellow	M
Forty pence thou did lend me	D
Forty pence thou did lend me	D
And forty I will give thee	D
I'll make thee keeper of my forrest	G
Both of the wild deere and the tame	P
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But then bespake the heire of Lynne	D
These were the words and thus spake hee	D
Christ's curse light upon my crowne	D
If ere my land stand in any jeopardye	D

Andrew Lang

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