Michael Bruce

“ Awake my love! awake!
Behold thy lover waits without,
A long farewell to take.
For I have slain fierce Donald Graeme,
His blood is on my sword,
And far, far distant are my men,
Nor can defend their lord. ”

“ The crafty Donald lay,
The brother of Sir John the Graeme,
To watch what they might say.
When thus the maid began, My Sire,
Our passion disapproves,
He bids me wed Sir John the Graeme,
So here must end our loves. ”

“ With me till morning stay;
For dark and dreary is the night,
And dangerous is the way,
All night I'll watch thee in the park,
My faithful page I'll send
In haste to raise the brave Clan Rose,
Their master to defend. ”