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Rh Little you'd care what I laid at your feet,

Ribbon or crest or shawl—

What if I bring you nothing, sweet,

Nor maybe come home at all?

Ah, but you'll know, Brave Heart, you'll know

Two things I'll have kept to send:

Mine honour for which you bade me go

And my love—my love to the end." Rh