The Maid Of Llanwellyn - Kate Rusby

No sheep on the mountain nor boat on the lake

No coin in my coffer to keep me awake

Nor corn in my garner, nor fruit on my tree

Yet the Maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me

No sheep on the mountain nor goats

No horses to offer nor boats

Only hens I have by me

They are one, two and three

Yet the Maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me

Rich Owen will tell you, with eyes full of scorn

Threadbare is my coat and my hosen are torn

Scoff on, my rich Owen

For faint is thy glee

When the Maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me

The farmer rides proudly to market and fair

Whilst the clerk at the ale house still claims the great chair

But of all our proud fellows, oh the proudest I’ll be

When the Maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me