Last day at noon, Matilda ’said.
Sir James the Rose passed by,
Well mounted on his noble steed,
And onward fast did hie.
By this time he’s at Edinburgh town,
If horse and man hold good;—
Tour page then lied who said he was
Now sleeping in the wood.
She wrung her hands, and tore her hair.
Brave Rose thou art betrayed,
And ruined by those very means
From whenee I hoped thine aid.
And now the valiant knight awoke,
The virgin shrieking heard;
Straight up he rose and drew his sword,
When the fierce band appeared.
Your sword last night my brother slew,
His blood yet dims its shine;
And ere the sun shall gild the morn,
Your blood shall reek on mine.
Your words are brave, the chief returned,
But deeds approve the man.
Set by your men, and hand to hand
We’ll try what valour ean.
With dauntless step he forward strode,
Aud dared him to the fight;
The Graeme gave back, he feared 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.
