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 Oh! I have got my Father's Curſe,

my pride for to ſubdue;

With ſorrows great my heart will break,

alas! what ſhall I do?

O were I at my Father's houſe,

his Bleſſing to receive,

Then on my bended knees I'd fall,

his pardon for to crave.

To aid my grief, there's no relief;

to ſpeak it is in vain;

Likewiſe my loving Parents dear,

I ne'er ſhall ſee again.

The winds and waves did both conſpire,

their lives for to devour,

That gallant ſhip that night was loſt,

and never was ſeen more.

When tidings to Craignargat came,

of their ſad overthrow,

It grieved her tender Parents' heart,

afreſh began their woe.

Of the dreary dream that ſhe had ſeen,

and often thought upon:

O fatal news her Mother cries,

my darling ſhe is gone.

O fair Marg'ret I little thought,

the ſeas would be thy grave,

When firſt thou left thy Father's houſe,

without thy Parents’ leave.