Murders > Tragedy of Sir James the Ross

At length she bless’d his well try'd Jove,
Ailow d h;s tender claim;
She vow d to him her virgin heart,
And own’d an equal flame.
Her father, Buchan's cruel lord,
Their passion disapprov d:
He b d her wed^ir John the Graeme,
And leave the youth she lov’d—
Owe nigm they met, as they were woht,
Deep in a shady wood;
, Where on the bank, beside (ihe burn,
A b'omming saugh tree stood.
Conceal d among the undgrwoed
r The crafty Donald lay,
1 lie brother of Sir John the Graeme,
- w iten what they might.say
” *,en t:'u,s the maid began; My sire
Our passion disapproves;
He b:ds ms we.! Sir John the Graeme,
So here must end our loves.
h:y father’s will must be obey’d;
L bought boots me to withstand.
Some fairer maid in beauty’s bloom
Shall tness thee with, her hand.
Soon will Matilda be forgot
Ann from tby nv.nd eiEic'd;
iBm may that happ.ness be ihiae,
vVhich I can nevgr taste1—
V. ha. no I hear? Is this the vpw?
Sir James the Ross leply'd,;