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Part the First	A
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Lithe and listen gentlemen	B
To sing a song I will beginne	B
It is of a lord of faire Scotland	C
Which was the unthrifty heire of Linne	B
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His father was a right good lord	D
His mother a lady of high degree	E
But they alas were dead him froe	E
And he lov'd keeping companie	B
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To spend the daye with merry cheare	E
To drinke and revell every night	F
To card and dice from eve to morne	B
It was I ween his hearts delighte	F
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To ride to runne to rant to roare	E
To alwaye spend and never spare	E
I wott an' it were the king himselfe	G
Of gold and fee he mote be bare	E
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Soe fares the unthrifty Lord of Linne	B
Till all his gold is gone and spent	F
And he maun selle his landes so broad	F
His house and landes and all his rent	F
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His father had a keen stewarde	F
And John o' the Scales was called hee	E
But John is become a gentel man	B
And John has gott both gold and fee	E
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Sayes 'Welcome welcome Lord of Linne	B
Let nought disturb thy merry cheere	E
Iff thou wilt sell thy landes soe broad	F
Good store of gold Ile give thee heere '	-
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'My gold is gone my money is spent	F
My lande nowe take it unto thee	E
Give me the golde good John o' the Scales	H
And thine for aye my lande shall bee '	-
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Then John he did him to record draw	E
And John he cast him a gods pennie	E
But for every pounde that John agreed	F
The lande I wis was well worth three	E
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He told him the gold upon the borde	F
He was right glad his land to winne	B
'The gold is thine the land is mine	B
And now Ile be the Lord of Linne '	-
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Thus he hath sold his land soe broad	F
Both hill and holt and moore and fenne	B
All but a poore and lonesome lodge	I
That stood far off in a lonely glenne	B
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For soe he to his father hight	F
'My sonne when I am gonne ' sayd hee	E
'Then thou wilt spend thy lande soe broad	F
And thou wilt spend thy gold so free	E
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'But sweare me nowe upon the roode	F
That lonesome lodge thou'lt never spend	F
For when all the world doth frown on thee	E
Thou there shalt find a faithful friend '	-
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The heire of Linne is full of golde	F
'And come with me my friends ' sayd hee	E
'Let's drinke and rant and merry make	J
And he that spares ne'er mote he thee '	-
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They ranted drank and merry made	F
Till all his gold it waxed thinne	B
And then his friendes they slunk away	K
They left the unthrifty heire of Linne	B
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He had never a penny left in his purse	L
Never a penny left but three	E
And one was brass another was lead	F
And another it was white money	E
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'Nowe well aday ' sayd the heire of Linne	B
'Nowe well aday and woe is mee	E
For when I was the Lord of Linne	B
I never wanted gold nor fee	E
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'But many a trustye friend have I	M
And why shold I feel dole or care	E
Ile borrow of them all by turnes	L
Soe need I not be never bare '	-
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But one I wis was not at home	N
Another had payd his gold away	K
Another call'd him thriftless loone	B
And bade him sharpely wend his way	K
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'Now well aday ' said the heire of Linne	B
'Now well aday and woe is me	E
For when I had my landes so broad	F
On me they liv'd right merrilee	O
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'To bed my bread from door to door	E
I wis it were a brenning shame	P
To rob and steal it were a sinne	B
To worke my limbs I cannot frame	P
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'Now Ile away to lonesome lodge	I
For there my father bade me wend	F
When all the world should frown on mee	E
I there shold find a trusty friend '	-
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Part the Second	F
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Away then hyed the heire of Linne	B
Oer hill and holt and moor and fenne	B
Untill he came to lonesome lodge	I
That stood so lowe in a lonely glenne	B
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He looked up he looked downe	B
In hope some comfort for to winne	B
But bare and lothly were the walles	L
'Here's sorry cheare ' quo' the heire of Linne	B
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The little windowe dim and darke	Q
Was hung with ivy brere and yewe	K
No shimmering sunn here ever shone	B
No halesome breeze here ever blew	O
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No chair ne table he mote spye	R
No chearful hearth ne welcome bed	F
Nought save a rope with renning noose	L
That dangling hung up o'er his head	F
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And over it in broad letters	L
These words were written so plain to see	E
'Ah gracelesse wretch hast spent thine all	O
And brought thyselfe to penurie	E
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'All this my boding mind misgave	E
I therefore left this trusty friend	F
Let it now sheeld thy foule disgrace	L
And all thy shame and sorrows end '	-
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Sorely shent wi' this rebuke	S
Sorely shent was the heire of Linne	B
His heart I wis was near to brast	F
With gilt and sorrowe shame and sinne	B
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Never a word spake the heire of Linne	B
Never a word he spake but three	E
'This is a trusty friend indeed	F
And is right welcome unto mee '	-
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Then round his necke the corde he drewe	K
And sprang aloft with his bodie	E
When lo the ceiling burst in twaine	B
And to the ground came tumbling hee	E
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Astonyed lay the heire of Linne	B
Ne knewe if he were live or dead	F
At length he looked and sawe a bille	O
And in it a key of gold so redd	F
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He took the bill and lookt it on	B
Strait good comfort found he there	E
Itt told him of a hole in the wall	O
In which there stood three chests in fere	E
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Two were full of the beaten golde	F
The third was full of white money	E
And over them in broad letters	L
These words were written so plaine to see	E
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'Once more my sonne I sette thee clere	E
Amend thy life and follies past	F
For but thou amend thee of thy life	E
That rope must be thy end at last '	-
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'And let it bee ' sayd the heire of Linne	B
'And let it bee but if I amend	F
For here I will make mine avow	E
This reade shall guide me to the end '	-
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Away then went with a merry cheare	E
Away then went the heire of Linne	B
I wis he neither ceas'd ne blanne	B
Till John o' the Scales house he did winne	B
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And when he came to John o' the Scales	L
Upp at the speere then looked hee	E
There sate three lords upon a rowe	K
Were drinking of the wine so free	E
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And John himself sate at the bordhead	F
Because now Lord of Linne was hee	E
'I pray thee ' he said 'good John o' the Scales	L
One forty pence for to lend mee '	-
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'Away away thou thriftless loone	B
Away away this may not bee	E
For Christs curse on my head ' he sayd	F
'If ever I trust thee one pennie '	-
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Then bespake the heire of Linne	B
To John o' the Scales wife then spake he	E
'Madame some almes on me bestowe	K
I pray for sweet Saint Charitie '	-
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'Away away thou thriftless loone	B
I swear thou gettest no almes of mee	E
For if we shold hang any losel heere	E
The first we wold begin with thee '	-
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Then bespake a good fellowe	K
Which sat at John o' the Scales his bord	F
Sayd 'Turn againe thou heire of Linne	B
Some time thou wast a well good lord	F
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'Some time a good fellow thou hast been	B
And sparedst not thy gold and fee	E
Therefore Ile lend thee forty pence	L
And other forty if need bee	E
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'And ever I pray thee John o' the Scales	L
To let him sit in thy companie	B
For well I wot thou hadst his land	F
And a good bargain it was to thee '	-
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Up then spake him John o' the Scales	L
All wood he answer'd him againe	B
'Now Christs curse on my head ' he sayd	F
'But I did lose by that bargaine	B
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'And here I proffer thee heire of Linne	B
Before these lords so faire and free	E
Thou shalt have it backe again better cheape	T
By a hundred markes than I had it of thee '	-
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'I drawe you to record lords ' he said	F
With that he cast him a gods pennie	E
'Now by my fay ' sayd the heire of Linne	B
'And here good John is thy money '	-
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And he pull'd forth three bagges of gold	F
And layd them down upon the bord	F
All woe begone was John o' the Scales	L
Soe shent he cold say never a word	F
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He told him forth the good red gold	F
He told it forth with mickle dinne	B
'The gold is thine the land is mine	B
And now Ime againe the Lord of Linne '	-
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Sayes 'Have thou here thou good fellowe	K
Forty pence thou didst lend mee	E
Now I am againe the Lord of Linne	B
And forty pounds I will give thee	E
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'Ile make thee keeper of my forrest	F
Both of the wild deere and the tame	P
For but I reward thy bounteous heart	F
I wis good fellowe I were to blame '	-
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'Now well aday ' sayth Joan o' the Scales	L
'Now well aday and woe is my life	E
Yesterday I was Lady of Linne	B
Now Ime but John o' the Scales his wife '	-
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'Now fare thee well ' sayd the heire of Linne	B
'Farewell now John o' the Scales ' said hee	E
'Christs cu	S