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Then home in great horror to her father did run,
Crying, O! cruel father, now what have you done?
Grigor, lov'd Grigor came to me in blood,
And his body lies murdered in an American wood.
He shewed me his wounds, and each bleeding sore,
And therefore my pleasures on earth are no more,
Her father looked at her as one being amaz'd,
Then said, My dear Katty, your brains they are craz'd.

But still she maintain'd it, and cried like a child,
Ne'er after was seen for to laugh nor to smile;
Brought to her all doctors, whose skill was in vain,
But still gave opinion she was sound in the brain.
Her body decayed, her face grew wan and pale,
She soar'd to her true love, beyond death's dark vale,
First her, then her mother, in one night expir'd,
I hope she enjoys the bliss she desir'd.

Now the old father cries, bereft of all joys,
Though he has plenty of gold, no girls nor boys.
Let all cruel parents to this take great heed,
His pretty young daughter is now with the dead.