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 Through the green wood he quickly by'd, unto Lord Buchan's hall, And at Matilda's window ſtood, and thus began to call; Art thou aſleep, Matilda dear? awake, my love, awake! Thy luckleſs lover calls to thee, a long farewell to take.

For I have ſlain fierce Donald Graeme, his blood is on my ſword, And diſtant are my faithful men, nor can aſſiſt their lord. To Sky I'll now direct my way, where my two brothers bide, And raiſe the valiant of the iſles, to combat on my ſide.

O do not ſo, the maid replies, with me till morning ſtay, For dark and dreary is the night, and dangerous is the way. All night I'll watch you in the park, my faithful page I'll ſend, To run and raiſe the Roſs's clan their maſter to defend.

Beneath a buſh he laid him down, and wrapt him in his plaid, While trembling for heher [sic] lover's fate, at diſtance ſtood the maid. Swift ran the page o'er hill and dale, till in a lowly glen, He met the furious ſir John GreameGraeme [sic] with twenty of his men,