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( 8 ) Graeme like a tree, by wind o'erthrown,

fell breathleſs on the clay,

And down beſide him ſunk the Roſs,

who faint and dying lay.

The ſad Matilda ſaw him fall;

O ſpare his life ſhe cried;

Lord Buchan's daughter craves his life,

It her not be deny'd.

Her well known voice the hero heard,

and rais'd his death closed eyes,

Then fix'd them on the weeping maid,

and weakly thus replied:

In vain Matilda begs a life,

by death's arrest denied,

My race is run. Adieu my love,

then cloſed his eyes, and died.

The ſword yet warm from his left ſide,

with frantic hand ſhe drew,

I come, sir James the Roſs, ſhe cries

I come to follow you.

She lean'd the hilt against the ground,

and bared her ſnowy breaſt

Then fell upon her lover's face,

and ſun to endleſs reſt.

Th this fatal tragedy,

let parent warning take

And ne'er entice their children dear

their ſacred vows to break.