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7 And with a wild aſpect it ſtair'd in her face,

Then ſaid, O my dear Katty, do not me embrace,

For I'm but a ſpirit, through ſhining in blood.

My body lies murdered in a foreign wood.

There's 2 wounds in my body and 3 in my ſide.

With hatchets and arrows that's both deep and wide,

My ſcalp and fine hair for a premium is ſold,

And alſo my finger with the ring of pure gold.

Which you threw upon it as a mark of true love,

Love's ſtranger than death for it does not remove;

My earneſt deſire it is for you my dear,

And til you are with me I'll ſtill wander here.

Fort this world's but vinity all but a vain ſhow,

It's nought to the pleaſure where we are to go.

She went to embrace him, being void of of all fright,

But he in a minute was out of her ſight,

Then home in great terror to her father did run,

Cried oh! cruel father, now what have you done!

Grigor! lov'd Grigor! came to me in blood,

And his body lies murdered in an American wood.

He ſhow'd me his wounds and each bloody ſore,

And therefore my pleaſures on earth are no more.

Her father look'd at her being amaz'd.

Then ſaid my dear Katty your brain's surley craz'd.

But ſtill ſhe maintained it, and cried like a child;

Brought to her all doctors whoſe ſkill was in vain,

Was ſtill gave opinion ſhe was found in the brain.

Her body deca'd and her face wan and pale.

She ſoar'd to be true love beyond death's dark vale,

First her, then her mother, in one night expir'd.

I hope ſhe enjoys the blets ſhe deſir'd.

Now her father, he cried, bereft of all joys,

Though he has plenty of gold, no girls nor boys.