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 5 Life issued at the wound; he fell A lump of lifeless clay : " So fall my foes," quo' valiant Ross, And stately strode away. Thro' the green wood in haste he passed Unto Lord Buchan's hall : Beneath Matilda's window stood, And thus on her did call : " Art thou asleep, Matilda fair! Awake my love! awake: Behold thy lover waits without, A long farewell to take: " For I have slain fierce Donald Graeme: His blood is on my sword: And far, far distant are my men, Nor can defend their lord. "To Skye I will direct my flight, Where my brave brothers bide, And raise the mighty of the Isles To combat on my side." " O do not so," the maid replies; " With me till morning stay, For dark and dreary is the night, And dangerous the way, " All night I'll watch thee in the park: My faithful page I'll send In haste to raise the brave Clan Ross, Their master to defend. He laid him down beneath a bush, And wrapp'd him in his plaid: