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Yet seem’d that night as his anger had been gone,
Lest that young Grigor the place should abscond.
But he sent a messenger into Inverness,
Which brought out a party young Grigor to press,
And for to make ready, no time gave we hear,
He ask’d but one favour, a word of his dear.
When being deny’d, the old man with a frown,
Said, Soldiers can have sweethearts in every town:
At this the young Lady cry’d bitterly,
May the heavens requite you for your cruelty.
Young Grigor took courage and marched away,
When the captain viewed him, this to him did say,
For the Lady that lov’d you, Sir, I piety her case,
Who’s lost such a beauty and sweet blooming face.
His lady cry’d ont, What a wretch can he be,
Caus’d press this young man for no injury!
His long yellow hair to his haunches hang’d down,
Over 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 furlong he gave,
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 would stand,
For to wait upon her, and hear her complaint,
And there for to meet him she was well content.
Her vows she renewed, with tears not a few,
And a gold-ring on’s 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.
