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 Life issued at the wound; oe fell,

A lump of lifeless clay;

So fall ny foes, quoth valiant Rose,

And stately strode away.

Thro' the green wood in haste he pass'd,

Unto Lord Buchan’s hall;

Beneath Matilda's window’s 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 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 reply'd.

With me till morning stay;

For dark and dreary is the night,

And dang'rous is the way.

All night I'll watch thee in the park.

My faithful page I’ll send.

In haste to raise the brave Clan Rose,

Their master to defend.

He laid him down beneath a bush,

And wrapp’d him in his plaid,