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SIR JAMES THE ROSE
Of all the Scottish northern chiefs,
Of high' and warlike name,
The bravest was Sir James the Rose,
A knight of meikle fame.
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His growth wa> like the youthful oak,
That crowns the mountain's brow,
And waving o'er his shoulders broad.
His locks of yellow flew.
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Wide were hisjlmlds, his herds were large,
And large his flocks of sheep,
And numerous were his goats and deer,
Upon the mountains steep.
The chieftain of the good clan Rose,
A firm and warlike band,
Five hundred warriors drew the sword,
Beneath his high command.
In bloody fight thrice had he stood
Against the English keen,
Ere two and twenty opening springs
The blooming youth had seen.
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The fair Matilda dear he loved—
A maid to beauty rare ;
Ev'n Margaret on the Scottish throne
Was never half so fair.
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�Long had lie wooed, long she r e f u s e ,
With seeming scorn and pride ;
Yet oft her eyes confessed the love
Her fearful words denied.
A t length she blessed his well-tried love
Allowed his tender claim ;
She vowed to him her tender heart.
And owned an equal flame.
Her father. Buclian's cruel lord,
Their passion dis-approved ;
He bade her wed Sir John the G ramie,
And leave the youth she loved.
One night they met as they were wont,
Deep in a shady wood,
Where on the bank beside the burn,
A blooming saugh tree stood.
Concealed among the underwood
The crafty Donald lay,
The brother of Sir John the G ramie,
To watch what they might say.
When thus the maid began, My Sire
Our passion dis-approves,
He bids me wed Sir John the Gramme,
So here must end our loves.
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My father's will must be obeyed,
Nought boots me to withstand,
Some fairer maid in beauty's bloom
Shall bless you with her hand.
Soon will Matilda be forgot,
And from thy mind effaced ;
But may that happiness be thine,
Which J can never taste,
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What do I hear! is this tliy vow ?
Sir James the Rose replied;
And will Matilda wed the Graeme,
Though sworn to be my bride ?
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His sword shall sooner pierce my heart
Than reave me of thy charms—
And clasped her to his throbbing breast,
Fast locked within his arms.
1 spoke to try thy love, she said,
I'll ne'er wed man but thee ;
The grave shall be my bridal bed
If Graeme my husband be.
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Then take, dear youth, this faithful kiss
In witness of my troth,
And every plague become my lot,
That day I break my oath—
They parted thus—the sun was let—
Up htfsty Donald flies.
And turn thee, turn thee, beardless youth,
He loud insulting cries.
Soon turned about the fearless chief,
And soon his sword he drew ;
For Donald's blade before his breast,
Had pierced his tartans through.
This for my brother's slighted love,
His wrongs sit on my arm—
Three paces back the youth retired,
And saved himself from harm.
Returning swift his sword he reared,
Fierce Donald's head above ; 0
And through the brain and crashing bone,
Hi» furioas weapon drove, 1
�Life issued at the wound—he fell
A lump of lifeless clay ;
So fall my foes, quoth valient Rose,
Aucl stat'ely strode away.
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Thro' the green wood iu hast he passed,
Urito Lord Buchan's hall,
Beneath Matilda's window stood;
A n d thus on her did c a l l : o I
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Art thou asleep, Matilda dear ?
Awake my love awake;
Lehold thy lover waits without,
A long farewell to take.
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For I have slain fierce Donald Graeme
His blood is.on my sword ;
A n d far, far distant are" my men,
Nor can defend their lord.
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T o Skye I will direct my flight,
Where my brave brothers bide,
Ito raise the mighty- of the Isles,
T o combat 011 my side.
0 do not so the maid replied,
With me till morning stay : ' *
For dark and dreary 4s' the night,
And dangerous is the way.
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All night I'll watch thee in the park,
My faithful page I'll send
In liase to raise the brave clan Rose,
Their master to defend,
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He laid him down beneath a bush,
And wrapped'liini in his plaid;
While trembling fop her lover's fate,
A t distance stood the maid.
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Fwift ran the page o'er hill and dell,
Till in a lowly glen,
He met the furious Sir John Graeme
With twenty of his men.
Where goest thou little page, he said,
So late ? who did thee send ?
I go to raise the brave clan Rose,
Their master to defend.
For he has slain fierce Donald Graeme
His blood is on his sword,
And far, far distant are his men,
Nor can assist their lord.
And has he slain my brother dear ?
The furious chief replies ;
Dishonour blast my name but he
By me ere morning dies.
Say page where is Sir James the Ros« ?
J will thee well reward—
He sleeps into Lord Buclian's park,
Matilda is his guard.
They spurred their steeds and furious flew
Like lightening o'er the lea ;
They reached Lord Buchan's lofty tower
By dawning of the day.
Matilda stood without the gate,
Upon a rising ground,
And watched each object in the dawn,
All ear to every sound.
Where sleeps the Rose? began the Grame
Or has the felon fled ?
This hand shall lay the wretch on earth,
Uy whom my brother bled,
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Last day at noon, Matilda said,
Sir James the Ro-e passed by.
Well mounted on his noble steed,
And onward fast did hie.
By this time he's in 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 tlio.e very means'
From whence 1 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 can.
With dauntless step he forward strode,
And 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.
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Behind him basely came the Graeme,
And pierced him in the side ;
Out sprouting came the purple stream,
And all his tartans dyed.
But yet his hand dropped not the sword,
Nor sunk he to the ground,
Till through his enemy's heart the steel,
Had forced a mortal wo and.
Grseme, like a tree by wind o'er thrown,
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 denied.
Her well-known voice the hero heard,
And raised his death closed eyes,
He fixed them on the weeping maid,
And weakly this replies :
In vain Matilda begs a life,
By deaths arrest denied ;
My race is run—adieu, my love •
Then closed his eyes and died.
The sword yet warm from his left side,
With frantic hand she drew ;
I come, Sir James the Rose, she cried,
I come to follow you.
The hilt she leant against the ground,
And bared her snowy breast,
Then fell upon her lovers face,
And sunk to endless rest.
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Chapbook Date: 1841-1850
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Chapbook Genre: romance
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