| A. |
2. The third and fourth lines are fourth and third.
3. There is probably a gap after the second line.
51. Ffor wanting: supplied from the bottom of
the preceding page.
54. a good-se.
71. Lime.
81, 92, 122,
184, 192, 211. 3.
131. Land self eer.
162 has bis prefixed to it.
191. 2.
201. blime.
203. Scalels: misprint?
212 has bis prefixed.
20, 21, are written together.
242,4, 302,3. 40.
263. 20li.
284, 321. Lime,
302 marked bis.
304. 40l. |
| B. |
a. 92. a; b, all.
142. o your.
144. But ye'll: cf. b.
232. For there; perhaps simply For ( = Where).
b. 1 wanting.
23. on that.
23, 33, 53, 63. causey.
41. that sang again.
61. if ye, wrongly.
13, 14 follow 6.
7 wanting.
92. were all.
95. And some: gie 'm.
10-12 wanting.
131. twa sheaves.
132. And ae glass.
133. And I will pay you them back again.
134. The day I'm heir of.
141. get three sheaves.
142. And twa glass.
143. But I'll he paid: sea gangs.
144. For ye'll.
15-19 wanting.
201,2. As Willie was sitting one day alane,
And nae hody him wi.
203. He minded on.
204. That's mither to him did gie.
205,6. Bade him never open a lock wi it
Ere the greatest strait he could see.
21, 22 wanting.
| 23. |
Then he did spy a little wee lock,
And the key gied linking in,
And he got goud and money therein
To pay the lands o Linne. |
24-32 wanting.
35, 33, 34, for 33-35.
331,2. When Willie he came to the ha,
There he cried out wonderous crouse.
341. Come down, come down, nourice, he said.
342. Ere I pay you your.
343. For ye will be paid ere the seas gang dry.
344. For this day I 'm heir.
351. As Willie he gied down the town.
353. But when that he came up again.
Both Motherwell in copying the ballad (which
he in all likelihood received from Buchan),
and Dixon in printing it, made a few changes:
as (Motherwell) the northern for in 21,3, to
whare, but not in 292, where for also
= where. |
| C. |
"The editor can trace the air and ballad here given as far
back as 1775, through an aged relative who died in 1842 in her
eightieth year, and who had it from her mother." Christie
neither professed nor practised a rigid fidelity to texts, and
this copy, at best not a valuable one,' is given for the little
it may be worth.
| 1 |
O yonder he stands, and there he gangs,
The weary heir o Linne,
Yonder he stands on the cauld causey,
And nane bids him come in. |
| 2 |
But it fell ance upon a day
The sheets were laid in fauld,
And poor Willie found he had nae friends,
And it was wondrous cauld. |
| 3 |
'Oh, one sheave o your bread, nourice,
And one glass o your wine,
And I will pay you oer again
When I am laird o Linne.' |
| 4 |
'Oh, one sheave o my bread, Willie,
And one glass o my wine,
But the seas will be dry ere ye pay me again,
For ye'll never be laird o Linne.' |
| 5 |
But he mind't him up, and he mind't him down,
And he mind't him oer again,
And he mind't him on a little wee key
That his mother gae to him. |
| 6 |
He did him to the house o Linne,
He sought it up and down,
And there he found a little wee door,
And the key gaed slippin in. |
| 7 |
And he got gowd, and he got gear,
He got gowd stord within,
And he got gowd, and he got gear,
Thrice worth the lands o Linne. |
| 8 |
He did him to the tavern straight,
Where nobles were drinking therein;
The greatest noble among them a'
Was near to Willie o kin. |
| 9 |
And some of them bade him fish to eat,
And some of them bade him a fin,
And some of them bade him nothing at a',
For he 'd never be father's son. |
| 10 |
But out it spake an aged knicht,
And vow but he spake slie!
'I'll sell you your father's land back again
All for the third pennie.' |
| 11 |
'I take witness upon you here,' he says,
'I take witness upon thee,
That you will sell me my father's land again
All for the third pennie.' |
| 12 |
Then he took out a little wee coffer,
And he set it on his knee,
And he told the goud down on the table roun,
Says, Tak up your third pennie. |
| 13 |
Come ben, come ben, my good nourice,
I'll pay you when you come ben;
For the seas are not dry, and I'll pay you back again,
For I 'm again the laird o Linne.'
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| 14 |
Poor Willie that night at eight o'clock
Had his stockings abeen his sheen,
But ere the morrow at twelve o'clock
He was convoyd by lords sixteen. |
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