He’s done him to the gaming-table,
For it stood fair and clean;
And there he’s tould as much rich gold
As free’d the lands o’ Linne.
XXX
He told the gold there over the board,
Wanted never a broad pennye;
‘The gold is thine, the land is mine,
Lord o’ Linne again I’ll be.’
XXXI
‘Well-a-day!’ said John o’ the Scales’ wife,
‘Well-a-day, and woe is me!
Yesterday I was the Lady o’ Linne,
And now I’m a naebodye!’
XXXII
But ‘Fare thee well,’ said the heir of Linne,
‘Now John o’ the Scales!’ said he:
‘A curse light on me if ever again
My lands be in jeopardye!’
FOOTNOTES:
[502] well-faur’d = well favoured.
[503] yetts = gates.