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6 I go to raise the Ross's clan,

their master to defend,

For he hath slain fierce Donald Græme,

his blood is on his sword,

And far, tar distant are his men,

for to assist their lord.

And has he slain my brother dear,

the furious Græme 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 spurr’d their steeds in furious mood,

and scour'd along the lee,

They reach’d Lord Buchan’s lofty towers,

-by dawning of the day,

Matilda,stood without the gate,

to whom thus Græme 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 held good.

Your.page then lied, Who said he was

now sleeping in the wood.

She wrung her hands and, tore her hair,

brave Ross thou art betray’d.