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At this the young lady cried moſt bitterly,
May the heavens reward you for your cruelty.
Young Grigor took courage and marched away ;
When his captain view'd him, he to him did ſay.
For the lady that lov'd you, Sir, I pity her caſe,
Who loſt ſuch a beauty and ſweet blooming face.
His lady cried out, What a wretch he muſt be,
Cauſed preſs this young man for no injury.
His long yellow hair to his haunches hang down
O'er his broad ſhoulders from ear to ear round.
Now Grigor conſidering his pitiful caſe,
Received the bounty and ſwore to the peace.
His captain unto him a furlough he gave,
For to ſee his dear Katty once more he did crave.
Two lines then he ſent her by a ſolid hand,
That he under the oak at midnight ſhould ſtand,
For to wait upon her, and hear her complaint,
And there for to meet him he was well content.
Her vower ſhe renewed with tea's not a few,
And a gold ring on his finger as a token ſhe threw
Which was not to move come death or come life.
Till that happy moment you make me your wife.
She fain would go with him but he anſwer'd her no,
For your parents will follow and cauſe us more woe.
My maker be witneſs and this green oak tree.
That I'll never enjoy another woman but thee.
And here where he left her weeping full ſore,
Poor creature ſhe ne'er got a ſight of him more:
For in a ſhort time thereafter he went to ſea,
And loſt ſight of Britain with the tear in his eye,
They went to America, their orders were ſo,
Where he prov'd a gallant ſoldier, and valour did ſhow,
That for his behaviour they ne'er could him blame,
From a corporal, at laſt to ſerjeant he came.
