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6 Swift ran the page o'er hill and dale,

till in a lonely glen

He met the furious Sir John the Graeme,

with twenty of his men.

Where goest thou little page he said,

so late? who did thee send?—

I go to raise the brave clan Rose,

their master to defend.

For he has slain fierce Donald Graeme.

his blood is on his sword;

And far far distant are his men

nor can assist their lord

And has he slain my brother dear

the furious chief replies

Dishonour blast my name but he

by me ere morning dies

Say page where is Sir James the Rose.

I will thee well reward—

He sleeps into lord Buchan's park ,

matilda is his guard.

They spurred their steeds and furious flew.

like lightning o’er the 'ee;

They reach'd Lord Buchan’s lofty tow’rs.

by dawning of the day

Matilda stood without the gate.

upon a rising ground—

And watch'd each object in the dawn

all ear to every sound.

Where sleeps the Rose? begin the Graeme,

or has the felon fled?

This hand shall lay the wretch on earth