The book of British ballads . fay ! sayd the heire of Linne, And heere, good John, is thy money. And he pulled forth three bagges of golde,And layd them down upon the bord: All woe begone was John o the Scales,Soe shent he cold say never a word. He told him forth the good redd gold,He told it forth wi mickle dinne. The golde is thine, the lande is mine,And now Ime againe the Lord of Linne, Sayes, Have thou heere, thou good fellowe,Forty pence thou didst lend me : Nowe I am againe the Lord of Linne,And forty pounds I will give thee. 143 W>z ffitixt of Htnne. He make thee keeper of my forrest

---

The book of British ballads . fay ! sayd the heire of Linne, And heere, good John, is thy money. And he pulled forth three bagges of golde,And layd them down upon the bord: All woe begone was John o the Scales,Soe shent he cold say never a word. He told him forth the good redd gold,He told it forth wi mickle dinne. The golde is thine, the lande is mine,And now Ime againe the Lord of Linne, Sayes, Have thou heere, thou good fellowe,Forty pence thou didst lend me : Nowe I am againe the Lord of Linne,And forty pounds I will give thee. 143 W>z ffitixt of Htnne. He make thee keeper of my forrest, Both of the wild deere and the tame ;For but I reward thy bounteous heart,I wis, good fellowe, I were to blame. Nowe well-a-day! sayth Joanothe Scales ; 4 Nowe well-a-day ! and woe is my life !Yesterday I was Lady of Linne, Nowe Ime but John o the Scales his wife. Nowe fare thee well, sayd the heire of Linne : Farewell nowe, John o the Scales, sayd he: Christs curse light on me, if ever againI bring my landes in jeopardie !. ft)

---

Size: 1597px × 1564px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No

Keywords: ., bookcentury1800, bookdecade1840, bookidg, bookpublisherlondonjhow