I had a guinea golden - I lost it in the sand - And thò 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 Troubadour I kept the "house at hame".
I had a star in heaven - One "Pleiad" was it's name - And when I was not heeding, It wandered from the same - And thò 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" it's 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.
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