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