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5 Do not think I'm a hog or a horse to be sold, Away to some num-skull that has nought but gold? The father in a rage to the mother did go, And told their proceedings with sorrow and woe; He seem'd that night as his anger had been gone, Lest that young Grigor from the place should abscond.

But he sent a messenger into Inverness, Which brought out a young Grigor to press And for to make ready gave no time we hear, He ask'd but one favour, a word of his dear. When being denied, the old man with a frown, Said, soldiers can have sweathearts in every town. At this the young lady cried bitterly, May the heavens requite you for your cruelty.

Young Grigor took courage and marched away, When the Captain viewed him thus to him did say, For the lady that lov'd you, sir, I pity her case, Who's lost such a beauty and sweet blooming face. His lady cried out, what a wretch can he be, Caus'd press this young man for no perjury. His long yellow hair to his middle hangs down, O'er his broad shoulders so fine round and round

Now Grigor considering his pitiful case, Received the bounty, and swore the peace; His captain unto him a furlough he gave, To see his dear Katie he once more hid crave. Two lines he then 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.