The Captive Ribband
the captive ribband
tune—“robaidh dona gorach.”
dear myra, the captive ribband's mine,
'twas all my faithful love could gain;
and would you ask me tn
the sole reward that s 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.
tune—“robaidh dona gorach.”
dear myra, the captive ribband's mine,
'twas all my faithful love could gain;
and would you ask me tn
the sole reward that s 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.