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4 Then clasp'd her to his beating breast,

full loc'd into his arms

I snake to try thy love she said,

I'll ne'er wed man but thee,

My grave shall be my bridal bed.

’ere Græme my husband be,

Take then, dear youth, this faithful

is witness of my troth,

-And every tongue become my lot,

that day I break my oath.

They parted thus, the sun was set,

up hasty Donald flies

And tu.n thee, turn thee beardless youth,

he loud infulting cries.

Soon turn’d about the fearless chief,

and soon his sword he drew.

For Donald a blad before his breast,

had pierc'd his tartans through,

This for my brother s slighted love,

his wrongs fit on my arm ;

Three paces b»ck the youth retir’d,

to save himself from harm.

Returning swift his hand he reer'd,

from Donald's head above

And thro' the brains and crashing bones,

his sharp edg d. weapon drove

He stagger’d, reel'd, then tumble down,

a lump of breathless clay;

So fall my foes quoth valiant Ross

and stately strode away.

Through the green wood he quickly hy’d,

into Lord Buchan’s hall,