Maid of llanwellyn Paroles

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.


Scoff on, my rich Owen,

for faint is thy glee

When the Maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me.



CHORUS



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.



CHORUS