Ihadaguineagolden

I had a guinea golden --

I lost it in the sand --

And tho the sum was simple

And pounds were in the land --

Still, had it such a value

Unto my frugal eye --

That when I could not find it --

I sat me down to sigh.

I had a crimson Robin --

Who sang full many a day

But when the woods were painted,

He, too, did fly away --

Time brought me other Robins --

Their ballads were the same --

Still, for my missing Troubador

I kept the house at hame.

I had a star in heaven --

One Pleiad was its name --

And when I was not heeding,

It wandered from the same.

And tho the skies are crowded --

And all the night ashine --

I do not care about it --

Since none of them are mine.

My story has a moral --

I have a missing friend --

Pleiad its name, and Robin,

And guinea in the sand.

And when this mournful ditty

Accompanied with tear --

Shall meet the eye of traitor

In country far from here --

Grant that repentance solemn

May seize upon his mind --

And he no consolation

Beneath the sun may find.