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8 Till through his en’my’s heart his flee,

had forc'd a mortal wound.

Græme like a tree by wind o’erthrown,

fell breathless on the clay,

And down beside him sunk the Ross,

and faint and dying lay.

The sad Matilda law him fall;

O spare his life, sh cried;

Lord Buchan's daughter craves his life,

l»t her not be deny’d.

Her well known voice the hero heard,

and rais ’d his death-clos'd eyes,

And fix’d them on the weeping maid,

and weakly thus replies;

In vain.Matilda begs a life,

by death’s arrest deny'd.

My race is run. Adieu, my love,

then clos'd his eyes and died.

The sword yet warm from his left side,

with frantic rage she drew,

I come sir, James the Ross she cries,

I come to follow you.

She lean’d the hilt against the ground,

and bar’d her snowy breast,

Then fell upon her lover’s face,

and sunk to endless rest,

Then by this fatal tragedy,

let parents warning take.

And never entice their children dear,

their sacred vows to break,

FINIS. if I N 1 S.