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 Troubadour
I kept the ′′house at hame′′.

I had a star in heaven –
One ′′Pleiad′′ was it′s name –

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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′′ 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 opon his mind –
And he no consolation
Beneath the sun may find.