11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize He stood as near As stood you here A pace had been between Did but a snake bisect the brake My life had forfeit been That was a wondrous booty I hope 'twas honest gained Those were the fairest ingots That ever kissed the spade! Whether to keep the secret Whether to reveal Whether as I ponder Kidd will sudden sail Could a shrewd advise me We might e'en divide Should a shrewd betray me Atropos decide!