His father was a right good lord, To spend the day with merry cheer, To ride, to run, to rant, to roar, So fares the unthrifty lord of Linne, Then bespake a good fellówe, Which sat at John o' the Scales his bord; Said, "Turn again, thou heir of Linne; Some time thou wast a well good lord. "Some time a good fellow thou hast been, And sparedst not thy gold and fee; Therefore I'll lend thee forty pence, And other forty if need be. "And ever I pray thee, John o' the Scales, To let him sit in thy companie: Up then spake him John o' the Scales, "But I did lose by that bargáine. And here I proffer thee, heir of Linne, Before these lords so faire and free, Thou shalt have it backe again bet ter cheape By a hundred markes than I had it of thee." |