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For he has ſlain fierce Donald Graeme,
his blood in on his ſword,
And far, far diſtant are his men,
for to aſſiſt their lord.
And has he ſlain my brother dear?
the furious Graeme replies:
Diſhonour blaſt my name but he
by me ere morning dies.
Tell me where is Sir James the Roſs
I will thee well reward;
He ſleeps into Lord Buchan's park,
Matilda is his guard.
They ſpurr'd their ſteeds in furious mood,
and ſcour'd along the ley,
They reach'd Lord Buchan's lofty tow'rs,
by dawning of the day,
Matilda ſtood without the gate,
to whom thus Grmane did ſay,
Saw ye Sir James the Roſs laſt night,
or did he paſs this way?
Laſt day at noon, Matilda ſaid,
Sir James the Roſs paſs'd by,
He furiouſly prick'd his ſwift ſteed,
and onward faſt did hie:
By this time he's at Edinburgh,
if horſe and man hold good.
Your page then lied, who ſaid he was,
now ſleeping in the wood.
She wrung her hands, and tore her hair,
brave Roſs thou art betray'd,
And ruin'd by the means ſhe cried,
from whence I hop'd thine aid.
