GRIGOR'S GHOST.
Come all ye young lovers in Scotland draw near,
Unto this sad story which now ye shall hear,
Coneerning two lovers that lived in the north,
Amongst the high mountains that stand beyond Forth.
This maid was the daughter of a gentleman
Of the name of M'Farlane, and of the same clan;
But Grigor was born in a Highland isle,
And by blood relation her cousin we style.
But where riehes are wanting we oftentimes see
Few men are esteemed for their pedigree.
The father was foreed, when he was a child,
To leave this realm; and, when he was exiled,
His lands they were forfeit, I let you know,
Because of rebellion, the truth for to show.
Both gold and vast riches he with him did give
For his education, and how he might live.
And solely he to the care of his friend,
Was left by his father to be maintained;
He learned him, indeed, to read and to write,
In all rules of Arithmetic he made him perfect;
In Latin and French he taught him also,
That he through the world was fit for to go
.
The king was recruiting, and all hands did employ,
While her father as a servant used this young boy.
