Caroline, when free a wee strong thing,
canna loved too fly upon her wings.
Lovely wee 'Oh' Caroline, weren't thou are mine,
I cheer too wear thee proud upon my bosom,
Lest thine locket jewel it bright inside will shine.
Wishfully I my look and languish thus it be
fair that bonnie face O' grace to thee,
And my heart it pounds with sore it is/it's anguish,
Lest my wee is sweet my bonnie 'Caroline', na da be.
Wistful bowing leafy willows heart
and Grace, and Love, and Mercy see,
High upon i/eye constellation, shines.
To adore thee is my duty, father thy
Goddess of' this soul O' mine, art thine!
r.b.
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I would like to translate this poem
Remarkably, it is very beautiful. 10... (Can You tell me what been to mean under the 'r.b.' Sometimes you used with different initials too) Best wishes, Tsira