When I Went Down to Avonlee
W
HEN I went down to Avonlee
The air was gold as honey,
My feet were light as thistledown,
My purse was full of money.
So many shining things to buy
Before the day was ended:
A length of silk, a pair of shoes
No cobbler’s hand had mended.
A trinket for my wayward hair,
A new much-needed bonnet,
And it must have a crimson rose,
And a bow of velvet on it . . .
But somewhere on the road I lost
My purse—and could not find it!
I wept, then told my heart it was
A foolish thing to mind it.
And I went home at evening time,
The new moon sailing over,
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