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Tune-"Robaidh dona gorach."
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?
Go, bid the hero who has run / Thro' fields of death to gather fame, / Go, bid him lay his laurels down, / And all his well-earn'd praise disclaim.
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.
It shall upon my bosom live, / Or clasp me in a close embrace; / And at its fortune if you grieve, / Retrieve its doom, and take its place.