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8 And down beside him sank the Rose,

and faint and dying lay.

Matilda saw and fast she ran—

o spare his life she cried—

Lord Buchan's daughter begs his life,

let her not be denied.

Her well known voice the hero heard,

he rais’d his death-clos'd eyes;

He fix'd them on the weeping maid,

and weakly thus replies.

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 Rose she cried,

I come to follow you.

The hilt she lean’d against the ground,

and bar'd her snowy breast;

Then fell upon her lover face,

and sunk to end'ess rest.