Murders > Tragedy of Sir James the Ross

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Wnere s eeps the Ross! began-the Graeme
Or has the felon fled?
This hand efefti lay the wretch on earth
Bj’ whom my brother bled.
And now the valiant knight awoke,
i he virgin shrieking heard:
Straight up he rose and drew his sword,
When the fierce band appear'd.
Your sword last night my brother slew,
His b’ocd yet dims its shine;
And, ere the sun 'hall gild the morn,
Your biocd shall reek on mine
Your words are braTf, the chief return'd;
But d ieds approve the man;
Set by your men and hand by hand
We’ll try what valour can.
With dauntless step he forward strode,
And dar'd him to the fightt
The Graeme gave back: and fear’d his arm,
For well he knew his might.
Four of his mcu the bravest four,
Sunk down beneath his sword;
But still he scorn’d the poor revenge,
And sought their haughty lord:
Behind him basely came the Graeme^
And pierc’d him in the side;
Out spouting came the purple stream.
And all his tartans dy’d.
But yet his hand not dropp’d the swerd,
Nor sunk he to the ground,