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For my earnest desire is for you my dear,
And till you be with me I’ll still wander here.

For this world’s but vanity, all is a vain show,
It’s nought to the pleasures where we are to go.
She then went to embrace him being void of fright,
But he in a moment went out of her sight.

Then home in great haste to her father did run,
Cry’d, oh! cruel father, now what have you done,
Grigor, loved Grigor came to me all in blood,
And his body lies murder'd in a foreign ⟨wood⟩.

He shew’d me his wounds and each bloody score,
And therefore my pleasure on earth is no more.
Her father looked at her as one being amaz'd,
Then said, my dear Kitty, your brain it is craz’d!

But still she maintain’d it, and cry’d like a child,
Never after was seen for to laugh or to smile.
They brought her all doctors, whose skill was in fame,
Who still gave opinion she was sound in the brain.

Her body decay’d, and her face turned pale,
She soar’d to her true love beyond death’s dark vale.
First her, then her mother, the same night expired—
I hope now she enjoys the bliss she desired.

Now the old man he cries, bereft of all joys,
Tho’ he has plenty of gold, no girls nor boys.
Let all cruel parents by this take great heed,
His pretty young daughter is now with the dead.

 

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