Nae mair fine claithes my body deck, Nor kame gangs i' my hair; Nor burnin' coal nor candle licht Shine i' my bouir mair. IV. The Heir of Linne. THE bonny heir, and the weel-faur'd heir, Yonder he stands at his father's yetts, O! see for he gangs, an' see for he stands, The wearie heir o' Linne; O! see for he stands on the cauld casey, And nae an' bids him come in. But if he had been his faither's heir, He wou'dna stand on the cauld casey, Sing ower again that sang, nourice, I never sang a sang i' my life, O! see for he gangs, an' see for he stands, The wearie heir o' Linne; O! see for he stands on the cauld casey, An' nae an' bids him come in. But if he had been his father's heir, He wadna stand on the cauld casye, When his father's lands a sellin' were, But now he wanders on the shore, As Willie he gaed down the toun, As Willie he cam' up the toun, Some bade gie him a fin; He turned him richt and roun' about, As will as a woman's son; And taen his cane into his hand, And on his way to Linne. His nourice at her window look'd, Beholding dale and doun; And she beheld this distress'd young man Come walkin' to the toun. Come here, come here, Willie, she said, I hae seen you i' better days, Gie me a sheave o' your bread, nourice, And a bottle o' your wine; And I'll pay you it a' ower again, Ye'se get a sheave o' my bread, Willie, An' ye'll pay me when the seas gang dry, Then he turn'd him richt and roun' about, As will as woman's son; And aff he set, and bent his way, But when he cam' to that castle, Then some bad' gie him beef, the beef, Then out it speaks the new come laird, Put roun' the cup, gie my rival a sup, Then out it speaks Sir Ned Magnew, This youth was ance a sprightlie boy He turned him right and roun' about, Then minded him on a little wee key His mither left this little wee key, A little before she deed; And bad' him keep this little wee key Till he was in maist need. Then forth he went, an' these nobles left, A' drinkin' in the room; Wi' walkin' rod intill his hand, He walked the castle roun'. D |