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 Till thro' his enemies' heart the steel,

Had forced a mortal wound.

Graeme, like a tree by wind o'erthrown,

Fell breathless on the clay;

And down beside him sunk 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 deny'd.

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 arret deny'd;

My race is runadieu my love,

Then clos'd his eyes and dy’d.

The sword yet warm, from his left side,

With frantic hand she drew,

I come, Sir James the Rose she cry’d,

I come to follow you.

The hilt she lean'd against the ground,

And bar’d her snowy breast;

Then fell upon her lover’s face,

And suck to endless rest.