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 Life issued at the wound—he fell A lump of lifeless clay; So fall my foes, quoth valient Rose, And stately strode away.

Thro' the green wood in hast he passed, Unto Lord Buchan's hall, Beneath Matilda's window stood, And thus on her did call:

Art thou asleep, Matilda dear? 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 cau defend their lord.

To Skye I will direct my flight, Where my brave brothers bide, To raise the mighty of the Isles, To combat on my side.

G 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 thee in the park, My faithful page I'll send In base to raise the brave clan Rose, Their master to defend.

He laid him down beneath a bush, And wrapped him in his plaid; While trembling for her lover's fate, At distance stood the maid.