I must have passed the crest a while ago br And now I am going down-- br Strange to have crossed the crest and not to know, br But the brambles were always grabbing at the hem of my gown. br br All the morning I thought how proud I should be br To stand there straight as a queen, br Wrapped in the wind and the sun with the world under me-- br But the air was dull, there was little I could have seen. br br It was nearly level along the beaten track br And the brambles caught in my gown-- br But it's no use now to think of turning back, br The rest of the way will be only going down.