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At length she blessed his well-tried love
allow'd his tender claim;
She vow'd to him her tender heart,
and own'd an equal flame.
Her father Buchan's cruel lord;
their passion disapprov'd
He bade her wed Sir John the Graeme
and leave the youth she lov'd
One night they met as they were wont,
deep in a shady wood;
Where on the bank beside the barn
a blooming saugh tree stood
Conceal'd among the underwood
the crafty Donald lay
The brother of Sir John the Graeme,
to watch what they might say
When thus the maid began My sire
our passion disapproves;
He bids me wed Sir John the Graeme
so here must end our loves.
My fathers will must be obey'd.
nought boots me to withstand;
Some fairer maid in beauty's bloom,
shall bless thee with her hand.
Soon will Matilda be forgot.
and from thy mind effac'd
But may that happiness be thine.
which I can never taste,
What do I hear? is this thy vow?
Sir James the Rose replied,
And wilt Matilda wed the Graeme
