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Up with the lark in the pasture you'll meet with her,
Songs like his own sweetly trilling, Carrying now for some poor folk a treat with her,
Small mouths with lollypops filling: And while, as he stands in a puzzle, She strokes the fierce bull on his muzzle, The calves and the Iambs Run deserting their dams In her kind hands their noses to nuzzle.
Never to wandering minstrel or pondering
Poet her castle gate closes : Ever her kindly cheer—ever her praise sincere
Falls like the dew on faint roses. And when her Penillions rhyming She mates to her triple harp's chiming, In her green Gorsedd gown— The half of the town Up the fences to hear her are climbing.
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Men in all fashions have pleaded their passions-
The scholar, the saint, and the sinner, Pleaded in vain Lady Gwenny to gain,—
For only a hero shall win her: And to share his strong work and sweet leisure He'll have no keen chaser of pleasure, But a loving young beauty With a soul set on duty, And a heart full of heaven's hid treasure.
Now with her maidens a sweet Cymric cadence
She leads, just to lighten their sewing; Now at the farm, her food basket on arm, She has set all the cock'rels a-crowing. The turkey-cock strutting and strumming, His bag-pipe puts by at her humming, And even the old gander, The fowl-yard's commander, He winks his sly eye at her coming.
Beth adfera'r rhosyn gwyw t
Ond gwlithyn bach y boveu ; Beth sy'n cadivW tlawd ynfyw?
Efe sy'n gwybod oreu. Bob dydd parhawn gan hynny, I godi'r gwan i fyny ; O hyd, o hyd Bid oes y byd, I garcdigrwydd Cymru.
H. 4S68.
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