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3 She vow’d to him her virgin heart,

and owe'd an and equal flame.

Her father, Buchan’s cruel lord,

her passion disaprov’d

And bid her wed Sir John the Græme,

and leave the youth she lov’d

At night they met as they were wont,

within a shadey wood

"Where on a-bank beside a burn,

a blooming faugh tree stood.

Conceal’d among the under wood,

the crafty Donald lay,

(The brother of Sir John the Græme),

to hear what they might say.

When thus the maid began, My Sire,

our passion disapproved,

And bids me wed Sir John the Græeme,

so here must and our loves

My father’s will must be obay'd,

nought boots me to withstand,

Some fairer maid in beauty’s bloom,

must bliss thee with her hand.

Matilda soon shall be forgot,

and from thy mind defac’d,

But may that happiness be thin;

which I can never taste.

What do. I hear! Is this thy vow

Sir James the Ross 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 ;