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Sayes, " Welcome, welcome, Lord of Linne ;
Let nocht disturb thy heavy cheere ;
If thou wilt sell thy lands soe broad,
Good store of gold I'll give thee here."
« My gold is gone ; my money is spent ;
My lande now take it unto thee ;
Give me the gold, good John o' Scales,
And thine for aye my lande shall bee."
Then John he did him to record draw,
And John he gave him a god's-pennie ;
But, for every pound that John agreed,
The lande, I wis, was weel worth three.
He told him the gold upon the board ;
He was richte glad the lande to winne :
" The lande is mine, the gold is thine.
And now I'll be the Lord of Linne."
Thus he hath sold his land so broad ;
Both hill and holt, and moore and fenne,
All but a poore and lonesome lodge.
That stood far off in a lonely glenne.
For soe he to his father bight :
" My Sonne, when I am gone," said he,
" Then thou wilt spend thy land so broad,
And thou wilt spend thy gold so free :
But sweare me now upon the roode.
That lonesome lodge thoul't never spend ;
For when all the world doth frowne on thee,
Thou there shalt find a faithful friend."
The heire of Linne is full of gold :
And, " Come with me, my friends," said he ;
Sayes, " Welcome, welcome, Lord of Linne ;
Let nocht disturb thy heavy cheere ;
If thou wilt sell thy lands soe broad,
Good store of gold I'll give thee here."
« My gold is gone ; my money is spent ;
My lande now take it unto thee ;
Give me the gold, good John o' Scales,
And thine for aye my lande shall bee."
Then John he did him to record draw,
And John he gave him a god's-pennie ;
But, for every pound that John agreed,
The lande, I wis, was weel worth three.
He told him the gold upon the board ;
He was richte glad the lande to winne :
" The lande is mine, the gold is thine.
And now I'll be the Lord of Linne."
Thus he hath sold his land so broad ;
Both hill and holt, and moore and fenne,
All but a poore and lonesome lodge.
That stood far off in a lonely glenne.
For soe he to his father bight :
" My Sonne, when I am gone," said he,
" Then thou wilt spend thy land so broad,
And thou wilt spend thy gold so free :
But sweare me now upon the roode.
That lonesome lodge thoul't never spend ;
For when all the world doth frowne on thee,
Thou there shalt find a faithful friend."
The heire of Linne is full of gold :
And, " Come with me, my friends," said he ;
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Description | Scottish songs and music of the 18th and early 19th centuries, including music for the Highland bagpipe. These are selected items from the collection of John Glen (1833 to 1904). Also includes a few manuscripts, some treatises, and other books on the subject. |
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Description | The Glen Collection and the Inglis Collection represent mainly 18th and 19th century Scottish music, including Scottish songs. The collections of Berlioz and Verdi collected by bibliographer Cecil Hopkinson contain contemporary and later editions of the works of the two composers Berlioz and Verdi. |
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