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THE ANSWER.
A 'Squire's daughter near Auchnacloy,
Fell in love with a servant boy
And when her father came to hear,
He separated her from her dear.
Now all for to encrease her pain,
He sent her true love to the main;
To act the part of a jovial tar,
On board the terrible man of war.
He had not been two months at sea,
Before he fell in a bloody fray;
It was this young man's lot to fall,
And lose his life by a cannon ball.
The very night that he was slain,
His Ghost unto her father came,
With dismal groans at the bedside stood,
Neck and breast all besmear'd with blood.
Her father seeing this strange sight,
It very sore did him affright,
It was so dark, and look'd so grim,
It made him tremble in every limb.
That day three weeks his love did hear,
What happened to her dearest dear;
That very night on a beam of oak,
She hung herself in her bed-rope.
