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 Where sleeps the Rose? began the Graeme,

Or has the felon fled?

This hand shall lay the wretch on earth,

By whom my brother bled.

And now the valiant Knight awake,

The virgin shrieking heard,

Straight up he rose and drew his sword,

When the fierce band appear’d.

Your sword last night my brother s'ew,

But deeds approve the man,

Set by your men, and hand by hand.

We’ll try what valour can.

Your words are brave the chief return’d,

But deeds approve the man,

Set by your men, and hand by hand,

We'll try what valour can.

With dauntless step be foreward strode,

And dar’d him to the fight,

The Graeme gave back and fear'd his arm,

For well he knew his might.

Four of his men the bravest four,

Sunk down beneath his sword;

But still he scorned the poor revenge,

And sought their haughty lord.

Behind h'm bisely came the Graeme,

And pierc'd him in the side;

Out spouting came the purple stream,

And all his tartans dyed.

But yet his hand dropp’d not the sword,

Nor sunk he to the ground,