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 Where goeſt thou little page, he ſaid, ſo late who did thethee [sic] ſend? I go to raiſe the Roſs's clan, their maſter to defend: For he has ſlain fierce Donald Graeme, his blood is on his ſword. And far far diſtant are his men, for to aſſiſt their lord.

And has he ſlain may 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 the well reward; He ſleeps into lord Buchan's park, Matilda is his guard.

They ſpurred 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 Graeme 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 the wood.