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My Maker be witness, and this green oak, said he,
That I ne'er shall enjoy a woman but thee.
That I ne'er shall enjoy a woman but thee.
And there then he left her a-weeping full sore,
Poor creature, she never got sight of him more,
For in short time thereafter, he went to sea,
And left the sight of Britain with the tear in his eye,
And went to America, their orders being so,
There proved a gallant soldier, and valour did show;
That for his behaviour they ne'er could him blame,
From a Corporal at last to a Sergeant he came.
Poor creature, she never got sight of him more,
For in short time thereafter, he went to sea,
And left the sight of Britain with the tear in his eye,
And went to America, their orders being so,
There proved a gallant soldier, and valour did show;
That for his behaviour they ne'er could him blame,
From a Corporal at last to a Sergeant he came.
PART III.
Being near Fort Niagara in the year fifty-nine,
On the thirtieth of July as he always did incline,
To frequent the green-wood, at some distant place,
To breath out his sorrows, his mind to solace.
Among the savage Indians, alas! there he fell,
But how he was murdered we cannot well tell,
For on the next morning they found him there dead,
Two Indians lay by him wanting their heads.
Being near Fort Niagara in the year fifty-nine,
On the thirtieth of July as he always did incline,
To frequent the green-wood, at some distant place,
To breath out his sorrows, his mind to solace.
Among the savage Indians, alas! there he fell,
But how he was murdered we cannot well tell,
For on the next morning they found him there dead,
Two Indians lay by him wanting their heads.
Cut off with his broad-sword, as is understood,
As there all about him was nothing but blood;
Five wounds in his body, his hair scalp'd away,
His clothes, sword and pistol of all made a prey.
And one of his fingers from his hand they had cut,
On which was the gold-ring from his lover he got,
In that very moment though in Scotland we hear,
A dreadful spectre to his love did appear.
As there all about him was nothing but blood;
Five wounds in his body, his hair scalp'd away,
His clothes, sword and pistol of all made a prey.
And one of his fingers from his hand they had cut,
On which was the gold-ring from his lover he got,
In that very moment though in Scotland we hear,
A dreadful spectre to his love did appear.
As she was a-weeping under the green oak,
He quickly past by her and not a word spoke,
Yet, shaking his left hand, where the ring he did wear,
It wanted a finger, and blood dropped there.
He quickly past by her and not a word spoke,
Yet, shaking his left hand, where the ring he did wear,
It wanted a finger, and blood dropped there.
