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 Till thro' his ca'my's heart his steel

Had forc'd a mortal wound

Graeme, like a free by wind o'erthrowuo'erthrown [sic],

Fell breathless on the clay;

And down beside him sunk the Ross,

And faint and dying lay.

Matilda saw, and fast she ran:

O spare his life, she cry'd;

Lord Buchan's daughtr 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 arrest deny’d;

My race is run—adieu my love,

Then clos'd his eyes and dyd.

The sword, yet warm, from his left sides

With frantic hand she drew:

I come, Sir James the Ross, 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 sunk to endless rest.