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And raise the valiant of the Isles,
To combat on my side."
" O do not so," the maid replies ;
" With me till morning stay ;
For dark and dreary is the night,
And dangerous the way.
All night I'll watch you in the park ;
My faithful page I'll send,
To run and raise the Ross's clan.
Their master to defend."
Beneath a bush he laid him down,
And wrapped him in his plaid ;
While, trembling for her lover's fate,
At distance stood the maid.
Swift ran the page o'er hill and dale,
Till, in a lowly glen,
He met the furious Sir John Graeme,
With twenty of his men.
Where go'st thou, little page," he said,
" So late who did thee send ?"
" I go to raise the Ross's clan,
Their master to defend :
For he hath slain Sir Donald Graeme ;
His blood is on his sword :
And far, far distant are his men.
That should assist their lord."
" And has he slain my brother dear ?"
The furious Graeme replies :
" Dishonour blast my name, but he
By me, ere morning, dies !