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For my earnest desire, it is for you my dear,
And till you are with me I’ll still wander here.
For this world’s but vanity, all’s but a vain show,
It’s nought to the pleasures where we are to go;
She went to embrace him, being void of all fright,
But he in a moment went out of her sight.
Then home in great horror to her father did run,
Cry’d, Oh! cruel father, now what have you done;
Grigor! loved Grigor! came to me in blood!
And his body lies murder’d in an American wood.
He shew’d me his wounds, and each bleeding sore,
And therefore my pleasures on earth are no more,
Her father look’d 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 cry’d like a child;
Ne’er was seen for to laugh, nor yet for to smile;
Brought to her all doctors, whose skill was in vain,
Who still gave opinion she was sound in the brain.
Her body decay’d and her face 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 he cries, bereft of all joys,
Tbo’ 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.
FINIS.
