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For the lady that lov'd you, Sir, I pity her case,
Who's lost such a beauty and sweet blooming face.
His lady cried out, what a wretch can he be,
Caus'd press this young man for no injury,
His long yellow hair to his haunches hang down
Over his broad shoulders from ear to ear round,
Now Gregor considering his pitiful case,
Received the bounty and swore to the peace,
His captain unto him a furlough he gave,
To see his dear Katy once more he did crave.
Two lines 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 she was well content.
Her vows she renew'd with tears 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 he made her his wife,
She fain would go with him, but he answer'd, No;
For your parents will follow and cause us more woe,
My Maker be witness, and this green Oak, said he,
That I never shall enjoy a woman but thee
And here where he left her a weeping full sore,
Poor ereature she never got sight of him more,
For in a short time thereafter he went to the sea,
And left the sight of Britain with a tear in his eye:
He went to America, their orders were so,
There prov'd a gallant soldier, and valour did shew,
That for his behaviour she ne'er could him blame,
From a corporal at last to a serjeant became.
PART III.
Being near Fort Niagara, in the year fifty-nine,
On the 30th of July; as he always did incline
To frequent the green-wood, or some distant place,
To breathe out his sorrows his mind to solace.
