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5 Jessie's old father stood out at the gate Like a man all forlorn bewailing his fate; The young man drew up to offer him relief And inquired of the old man the cause of his grief.
6 "I once had a daughter," the old man did say, "Who now lies mouldering on Ballington Brae; She was as fair as a lily, as proud as a queen,
As handsome a creature as ever was seen.
7 "She died brokenhearted, she was in despair; Sometimes she was frantic and tearing her hair; 'Twas all for a young man who led her astray And enticed her from home on Ballington Brae."
8 "Oh, I am that traitor," the young lord did say, "And if Jessie had loved, I'd have made her my bride; But since she is dead, as the vision did say,
I will lay down beside her on bright Balhngton Brae."
9 It was out from its scabbard his short sword he drew, And with heart unrelenting he pierced himself through; And when he was dying, these words he did say,
"Lay me down with your Jessie on bright Ballington Brae.