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All wot begone was John o' th’ Scales,
So vext he could not say a word.
He told him forth the good red gold,
He told it forth with little din:
"The gold is thine, the laud is mine,
"Now I’m again the Lord of Linne."
Says, "have thou here thou good fellow,
"The forty pence thou lent to me:
"Now I’m again the Lord of Linne,
"And forty pounds I will give thee."
"Now well-a-day," said Joan o' th’ Scales,
"Now well-a-day ! and woe’s my life!
"Yesterday I was Lady of Linne,
"Now I’m but John o’ th’ Scales’s wife."
"Now fare thee well," said th’ Heir of Linne,
"Farewell, good John o’ th’ Scales," said he;
"When next I want to sell my land,
"Good John o’ th’ Scales I’ll come to thee."
F I N I S.
