‘That gold is thine, the land is mine,
The heire of Linne I wilbee.’
7
‘Heere’s gold inoughe,’ saithe the heire of Linne,
‘Both for me and my company:’
He drunke the wine that was soe cleere,
And with euery man he made merry.
8
With-in three quarters of a yeere
His gold and fee it waxed thinne,