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r a collar cometh a halter, I trow I shall be hang'd to-morrow. Be not afraid, tanner, said our king; I tell thee, so mote I thee, Lo here I make thee the best esquire That is in the north country. For Plumpton-park I will give thee, With tenements fair beside: 'Tis worth three hundred marks by the year, To maintain thy good cow-hide. Gramercy, my liege, the tanner replied, For the favour thou hast me shown: If ever thou comest to merry Tamworth, Neat's[96] leather shall clout thy shoen.[97] FOOTNOTES: [85] Ready. [86] A shilling was a large sum in those days. [87] Know. [88] Prove. [89] _i.e._ Hast no other wealth but what thou carriest about thee. [90] A dealer in bark. [91] May I thrive. [92] Flayed. [93] Broken. [94] Time. [95] Rather. [96] Cow's. [97] Mend thy shoes. THE HEIR OF LINNE. PART THE FIRST. Lithe[98] and listen, gentlemen, To sing a song I will begin: It is of a lord of fair Scotland, Which was the unthrifty heir of Linne. His father was a right good lord, His mother a lady of high degree; But they, alas! were dead, him fro', And he lov'd keeping company. To spend the day with merry cheer, To drink and revel every night, To card and dice from eve to morn, It was, I ween, his heart's delight. To ride, to run, to rant, to roar, To alway spend and never spare, I know, an' it were the king himself, Of gold and fee he might be bare. So fares the unthrifty lord of Linne Till all his gold is gone and spent; And he maun sell his lands so broad, His house, and lands, and all his rent. His father had a keen steward, And John o' the Scales was called he: But John is become a gentleman, And John has got both gold and fee. Says, Welcome, welcome, lord of Linne, Let nought disturb thy merry cheer; If thou wilt sell thy lands so broad, Good store of gold I'll give thee here. My gold is gone, my money is spent; My land now take it unto thee: Give me the gold, good John o' the Scales, And thine for aye my land shall be. Then John he did him to record draw, And John he cast him a gods-pennie;[99] But for every pound that John agreed, The land, I wis, was well worth three. He told h
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