Return,
return from whence you came
He’s not the
one that you should blame
If loathe
you here the life you bear
Then
leave. I’ll love him. This I swear.
For you’ve
been given life that’s well
Your home,
this land in which you dwell
He’s not the
one should brook the brunt
Or slave as
if he were your grunt
So rid
yourself of country wide
And
steadfast by him I’ll abide
You oughtn’t
have had him anyway
No longer
must you us delay
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