Lyrics The Maid Of Llanwellyn - Kate Rusby

The Maid Of Llanwellyn

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