1. This Band, Which Bound Thy Yellow Hair Is Mine, Sweet Girl! Thy Pledge Of Love; It Claims My Warmest, Dearest Care, Like Relics Left Of Saints Above. 2. Oh! I Will Wear It Next My Heart; 'Twill Bind My Soul In Bonds To Thee: From Me Again 'Twill Ne'er Depart, But Mingle In The Grave With Me. 3. The Dew I Gather From Thy Lip Is Not So Dear To Me As This; That I But For A Moment Sip, And Banquet On A Transient Bliss: 4. This Will Recall Each Youthful Scene, E'En When Our Lives Are On The Wane; The Leaves Of Love Will Still Be Green When Memory Bids Them Bud Again.