Robert Burns, 1789
Dear Myra, the captive ribband's mine,|
'Twas all my faithful love could gain;
And would you ask me to resign
The sole reward that crowns my pain?
2. Go, bid the hero who has run
3. The ribband shall its freedom lose-|
Lose all the bliss it had with you,
And share the fate I would impose
On thee, wert thou my captive too.
4. It shall upon my bosom live,
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