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PART III.
BEING near Fort Ningara in the year fifty-nine
On the 30th of July, he always did incline,
To frequent the green wood or ſome diſtant place,
To breach out his for his mind to ſolace.
Among the ſavage Indians, alas, here he fell,
But how he was murdered we cannot well tell.
For on the next morning we found him there dead,
Two Indians lay by him wanting their heads.
Cut of by his broad ſword as we underſtood,
As the place all around him was nothing but blood;
Five wounds in his body, his hair ſcalpt away,
His clothes, ſword and piſtol, of all made a prey.
And one of his fingers from his hand they did cut,
On which was the goal ring from his lover he got.
In that very moment, tho' in Scotland, we hear,
A dreadful ſpectre to his love did appear,
As ſhe were a weeping under the green oak,
He quickly paſt by her and not a word ſpoke:
Yet ſhaking his left hand where the ring he did wear,
Which wanted a finger, and blood dropping were.
Whereat the young lady was ſtruck with amaze,
And roſe to run after, and him on did gaze:
As ſhe knew it was Grigor, but how in that place,
It made her to wonder and dread the ſad caſe,
With terror and grief home ſhe did retire,
And ſpent the whole night in weeping and prayer:
So early next morning ſhe roſe with the ſun,
Went back to the green oak to weep all alone,
For ſhe always oſteemed that place as we hear
As on it ſhe got the the laſt ſight of her dear.
As there ſhe ſat weeping and tearing her hair,
