I Passed Her in the Way

Once upon a dreary day

I spied a faerie in the way.

I tipped my hat and carried on

My way to town to buy and pawn.

I had no time to stop that day

For the faerie in the way

And though I do regret it still

It coul't be helped, 'er though I will.

But sometimes when I come to town

I slow my feet upon the ground

Where she smiling, stood that day

As I passed her in the way.