Oh my golden
Whither have you gone away?
Are you with the golden fishes,
Which within the brook so gaily,
Leap and dive and wriggle daily?
Are you with the golden flowerets,
That the green meadows adorning,
Sparkle in the dewy morning?
Are you with the golden songsters
Which hover in merry chorus,
In the azure skies above us?
Are you with the golden starlets,
That in radiant legions nightly,
Smile to us in heaven brightly?
Alas! my golden ducats,
You swim not in the brooklet's wave,
Nor sparkle on the meadow green,
Hover not in the skies so keen,
Nor the skies with your smiles pave,
My greedy creditors, I do fear,
Are your jailers, my ducats dear!