Murders > Tragedy of Sir James the Ross

SIR JAMES'THE ROSS.
Of all the Scottish northren chiefs
Of high ard ini^hty name.
The bravest was Sir James the Ross
A knight of meilde fame
His growth was like a youthful oak,
That crowns the mountain’s brow;
And, waving o’er hi1' shoulders broad,
His locks of yellow flew.
Wide were his fields; his herds were large:
And large his fl 'cks of sheep,
And num’rous were his ^oats and deer
Upon the mountains steep.
The chieftain of the good Clan Ross
A firm and warlike band
five hundred warriors drew the sword
Beneath bis high command
In bloody fight thrice had. he stood
Against the English keen,
Ere two and twenty op’ning springs
the blooming youth had seen.
The fair Matilda dear he lov’d,
A maid of beauty rare:
Even Marg’ret on the Scottish throne,
W as never half so- fair:
Long had he woo’d; long she refus'd
With seeming scorn and pride;
Yet oft her eyes confess’d the love
Her fearful words deny’d.
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