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Whereat the young lady was struck with amaze,
And rose to run after, and on him did gaze;
As she knew it was Grigor, but how in that place,
It made her to wonder and dread the sad case.

With terror and grief home she did retire,
And spent the whole night in weeping and prayer;
So, early next morning she rose with the sun,
And went back to the green oak to weep all alone.
For always she esteem'd that place as we hear,
As on it she got the last sight of her dear;
As there she sat weeping and tearing her hair,
Again the pale spectre to her did appear.

And with a wild aspect it stared in her face,
Then said, O dear Katty, do not me embrace,
For I'm but a spirit though shining in blood,
My body lies murdered in a foreign wood.
There's two wounds in my body, and three in my side,
With hatchets and arrows, that's both deep and wide,
My scalp and fine hair for a premium are sold,
And also my finger with the ring of pure gold.

Which you threw upon it as a mark of true love,
Love's stronger than death, for it does remove,
But my earnest desire it is for you, my dear,
And till you are with me I'll still wander here.
For this world's but vanity, all's but a vain show,
'Tis nought to the pleasures where we are to go;
She went to embrace him, being void of all fright,
But he in a moment went out of her sight.