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'For he hath ſlain fierce Donald Graeme,
'his blood is on his ſword;
'And far far diſtant are his men
'that ſhould aſſiſt their lord'
'And has he ſlain my brother deary'
'the furious Græme replies,
'Diſhonor blaſt my name, but he
'by me, ere morning dies.
'Tell me where is Sir James the Roſs,
'I ſhall 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 lea,
They reach'd Lord Buchan's lofty towers
by dawning of the day.
Matilda ſtood without the gate,
to whom the Græme 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 paſt'd by,
'He furious prick'd his ſweaty ſteed,
'and onward faſt did hie;
'By this time he's at Edinburgh town,
'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,
