[80. The Heir of Linne]
I
The bonny heir, and the well-faur’d[502] heir,
The weary heir o’ Linne—
Yonder he stands at his father’s yetts[503],
And naebody bids him in.
II
‘O see for he gangs, and see for he stands,
The unthrifty heir o’ Linne!
O see for he stands on the cauld causey[504],
And nane bids him come in!’
III
His father and mother were dead him fro’,
And so was the head o’ his kin;
To the cards and dice that he did run,
Did neither cease nor blin[505].