THE BUCKLE

I had a silver buckle, I sewed it on my shoe, And 'neath a sprig of mistletoe I danced the evening through.

I had a bunch of cowslips, I hid them in a grot, In case the elves should come by night And me remember not.

I had a yellow riband, I tied it in my hair, That, walking in the garden, The birds might see it there.

I had a secret laughter, I laughed it near the wall: Only the ivy and the wind May tell of it at all.