Michael Bruce, The Old Scots tragical song of Sir James the Rose (1830s)
“ Art thou asleep, Matilda dear, Awake, my love! awake; Behold thy lover waits without, A long farewell to take. For I have slain fierce Donald Græme, His blood is on my sword; And far, far distant are my men, Nor can defend their lord. ”
Michael Bruce, The Old Scots tragical song of Sir James the Rose (1830s)
“ When thus the maid began, My sire Our passion disapproves, He bids me wed Sir John the Graeme, So here must end our loves. My father’s will must be obey’d. Nought boots me to withstand; Some fairer maid in beauty’s bloom, Shall bless thee with her hand. ”
Michael Bruce, The Old Scots tragical song of Sir James the Rose (1830s)
“ 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 ”
