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 Life issu'd at the wound; he fell,

A lump of lifeless clay:

So fall my foes, quoth valiant Ross,

And stately strode away.

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

Uuto Lord Buchan's hall;

Beneath Matilda's windows 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 well 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 Ross,

Their master to defend.

He laid him down beneath a bush,

And wrapp'd him in his plaid;