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.