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Her Father, Buchan's cruel lord,
her paſſion diſapprov'd,
and bade her wed Sir John the Graeme,
and leave the youth she lovd.
At night they met as they were wont,
within a ſhady wood,
Where on a bank beſide a barn,
a blooming ſaugh-tree ſtood,
Conceal'd among the under-wood,
the crafty Donald lay.
The brother of Sir John the Graeme)
to hear what what they might ſay.
When thus the maid began, My ſire
your paſſion diſapproves,
And bids me wed Sir John the Graeme,
ſo here muſt end our loves,
My father's will muſt be obey'd.
nought boots me to withſtand,
Some fairer maid in beauty's bloom,
muſt bleſs thee with her hand.
Matilda ſoon ſhall be forgot,
and from thy mind defac'd:
But may that happineſs be thine
which I can never taſte.
What do I hear is this thy vow?
Sir James the Roſs reply'd;
And will Matilda wed the Graeme,
tho' ſworn to be my bride?
His ſword ſhall fooner pierce my heart,
than reave me of thy charms:
