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What do I hear? is this thy vow?
Sir James the Rose replied;
And will Matilda wed the Græme,
Though sworn to be my bride?
His sword shall sooner pierce my heart
Than 'reave me of thy charms;
Then clasped her to his throbbing breast,
Fast locked within his arms.
I spoke to try thy love she said,
I'll ne'er wed man but thee;
The grave shall be my bridal bed,
Ere Græme my husband be.
Take then, dear youth, this faithful kiss,
In witness of my troth;
And every plague become my lot,
That day I break my oath.
They parted thus—the sun was set—
Up hasty Donald flies;
And, Turn thee, turn thee, beardless youth!
He loud insulting cries.
Soon turned about the fearless Chief,
And soon his sword he drew;
For Donald's blade before his breast
Had pierced his tartans through.
This for my brother's slighted love,
His wrongs sit on my arm—
Three paces back the youth retired,
And saved himself from harm.
Returning swift, his sword he reared
Fierce Donald's head above!
And through the brain and crashing bone
The furious weapon drove.
