Young Grigor's Ghost.
COME all ye young lovers in Scotland drew near,
Unto this red ſtory which now you ſhall bear,
Concerning two lovers that liv'd in the north,
Anongſt the high mountains that ſtand leynd Forth
This maid was the daughter of a gentleman,
To the name of Macfurlese, he of the ſame Clan,
But Grigor was born in a Highland iſle,
And by blood relation her couſin we ſlyle.
But where riches are wanting, we oftentimes ſee
Few men are eſteemed for their pedigree:
His father was forced, when he was a child,
To leave his family, and when exil'd,
His lands they were forfeit, I let you to know,
Becauſe of rebellide, the truth for to ſhow,
Broad gold and vaſt riches he with him did give,
For his education and how he might live.
And ſolely be to the care of his friend,
Was left by his father for to be maintain'd;
He learn'd him indeed to read and to write,
In all rules of arithmetic he made him perſite,
In Latin and French he was teached alſo
That he through the world waa fit for to go.
The king then recruiting all hands did employ,
While her father as a ſervant us'd this young boy
In all kinds of drudgery he made him to ſerve,
And ſtill ſo he kept him a corps of reſerve.
Such a beautiful young man was not in the place,
None could compare with him in ſtature and grace.
This charming Miſs Kutty was oft in his way;
day in love's paſſion ſhe to him did ſay,
