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But he sent a messenger into Inverness,
Which brought out a party 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 sweethearts 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 Katty he once more did 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.

Her vows she renewed, with tears not a few,
And a gold-ring on's finger as a token she drew,
Which was not to move, come death or come life,
Till that happy moment he made her his wife.
She fain would go with him, but he answered no,
For your parents will follow, and cause us more woe;