“ O, said she, dear Grigor, I'm no way in jest,
And if you deny me then death's my request;
You know the substanee and wealth that I have,
'Tis enough to uphold us both gallant and brave.
I know that my parents for more riches are bent,
But a few years by nature will make them extinct. ”

“ 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, and with tears not a few,
And a gold ring on's finger as a token she drew,
Which was not to move, eome death or eome life,
Till that happy moment he made her his wife.
She fain would go with him but he answered no,
For your parents would follow and eause us more woe.
My Maker be witness, and this green oak, said he,
That I never shall love a woman but thee. ”

“ But Grigor was born in a Highland isle,
And by blood relation her cousin we style.
But where riehes are wanting we oftentimes see
Few men are esteemed for their pedigree.
The father was foreed, when he was a child,
To leave this realm; and, when he was exiled,
His lands they were forfeit, I let you 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. ”