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 And then his friends think all away, And left the thriftless Heir of Linne,

He hadna a penny left in’s purse, Never a penny left but three; The tane was brass, the tither lead, The third it was of white monie.

"Now well-a-day, said th’ Heir of Linne, "Now well-a-day and woe is me; "For when I was the Lord of Linne, "I never wanted gold or fee:

"But mony a trusty friend have I, "And why should I feel dole or care? "I’ll borrow of them all by turns, "Sac need I not be ever bare."

But ane, I wot, was not at hame; The next had paid his gold away; Another call’d him thriftless loon, And bad him sharply wend his wav.

"New well-a-day,” said th’ Heir of Linne, "Now well-a-day and woe is me; "For when I had any lands so broad, "On me they liv’d right merrilie.

"To beg my bread from door to door, "I’m sure, ’twould be a burning shame; "To rob and steal would be a sin; "To work my limbs I cannot frame.

"Now I’ll away to lonesome lodge, "For there my father bade me wend; "When all the world should frown on me, "I there should find a trusty friend."

Away then hied the Heir of Linne, O’er hill and holt, and muir and fen. Till he came to the lonesome lodge, That stood so low into a glen.