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Ome all ye young lovers in Scotland draw near,

Unto this sad story which now ye shall hear,

Concerning two lovers that liv’d in the north,

Amongst the high mountains that stand beyond Forth.

This maid was the daughter of a gentleman,

In the name of M'Farlane, he of the same Clan;

But Grigor was born in a Highland Isle,

And by blood relation, her cousin we style.

But where riches are wanting we oftentimes see,

Few men are esteemed for their pedigree;

His father was forced, when he was a child,

To leave this realm, and when he was exil’d,

His lands they were forfeit, I let you to know,

Because of rebellion the truth for to show;

Both gold and vast riches he with him did give,

For his education, and how he might live.

And solely, he to the care of his friend,

Was left by his father to be maintain’d;

He learn’d him indeed, to read and to write,

In all rules of Arithmetic he made him perfect.

In Latin and -French he had taught him also,

That he through the world was fit for to go;

The king was recruiting all hands did employ,

While her father as a servant us’d this young boy.

In all kinds of drudgery he made him to serve.

And still so he kept him as a corps of reserve;

Such a beautiful young man was not in the place.

None could compare with him, in stature & grace.