Dear couſin, Grigor, I have ſomething to tell,
Which now from my boſom this day I reveal.
You know that with courtiers I'm plago'd to the heart,
But you are the ſubject that makes me to ſmart;
If ye can but love me, dear couſin! ſaid ſhe
I'm happy forever and therefore be free.
Then ſaid he, dear Katty I'm all in a ſtun,
I ſuppoſe your intentions are nothing but fun;
For had I a ſubject to balance with you,
I'd count myſelf happy, your ſuit I might true.
Ah! ſaid ſhe, dear Grigor, I'm no ways in jeſt,
And if you deny me death's may requeſt;
You know the ſuſtance and wealth that I have,
It is enough to uphold us all gallant and brave.
I know that my parents for more riches are bent,
But a few years, by nature, will make them extinct;
To which time, my Grigor, I do make this vow,
That I never will marry another but you.
O then he conſented and flew to her arms,
And ſaid, my dear Katty, I'm kill'd with your charms,
But if your parent this fond love ſhould know,
They ſoon will carve out my ſad overthrow.
Of that, my dear Grigor, be ſilent I pray,
This night we will part and we'll meet the next day,
Under the oak, by the cave in the glen,
Where more of my mind to you l'll explain.
PART II.
HER mother, next morning, by a blink of her eye,
Betwixt her and Grigor sweet love did eſpy :
And ſhe to her huſband the ſame has reveal'd,
Giving orders to watch them when they're in the field
