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5 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 farewel to take.

For I love slain fierce Donald Græme,

his blood is on my sword,

And difiant are my faithful men,

nor can assist their lord,

To Sky I’ll now direct my way,

where my two brother’s bide.

And raise the valiant of the isles,

to combat on my side.

0 do not so, the maid replied,

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 fend,

To run and raise the Ross’s clan,

the r matter to defend.

Beneath a bush he laid him down,

and wrapt him in his plaid,

While trembling for her 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 Græme,

with twenty of his men.

Where goest thou little page, he said,

so late, who did the send?