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 All wot begone was John o' th’ Scales, So vext he could not say a word.

He told him forth the good red gold, He told it forth with little din: "The gold is thine, the laud is mine, "Now I’m again the Lord of Linne."

Says, "have thou here thou good fellow, "The forty pence thou lent to me: "Now I’m again the Lord of Linne, "And forty pounds I will give thee."

"Now well-a-day," said Joan o' th’ Scales, "Now well-a-day ! and woe’s my life! "Yesterday I was Lady of Linne, "Now I’m but John o’ th’ Scales’s wife."

"Now fare thee well," said th’ Heir of Linne, "Farewell, good John o’ th’ Scales," said he; "When next I want to sell my land, "Good John o’ th’ Scales I’ll come to thee."