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 Where on a bank beside a burn,

a blooming faugh-tree ſtood.

Conceal'd among the underwood,

the craſty Donald lay,

The brother of Sir John the Graeme,

to hear what they might lay.

When thus the maid began: 'My sire

'your paſſion diſapproves,

'And bids me wed Sir John the Graeme,

'ſo here muſt end our loves.

'My father's will muſt he obey'd,

'nought boots me to withſtand ;

'Some fairer maid in beauty's bloom

'ſhall bleſs thee with her hand.

'Matilda ſoon ſhall be forgot,

'and from thy mind defacd;

'But may that happineſs be thine

'which I can never taſte'

'What do I hear! Is this thy vow?

Sir James the Roſs replied,

'And will Matilda wed the Græme,

'though ſworn to be my bride :

'His ſword ſhall ſooner pierce my heart,

'than reave me of thy charms;'

Then claſp'd her to his beating breaſt,

faſt lockt into his arms

'I ſpeak to try thy love, ſhe ſaid,

'I'll ne'er wed mac but thee;

'My grave ſhall be my bridal bed,

'ere Graeme my husband be;'