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( 7 ) Why, Owen, did thou leave me?

a home why did I tay?

Ah! cruel wife my father,

who did my flight retrain;

And I was cruel-hearted

that did at home remain:

With thee, mv love, contented,

I'd journey far away,

Why, O en, &c.

To market, at Langollen,

each morning do I go;

But now to trike a bargain

no longer do I know:

My father chides at evening,

nay mother all the day.

Why, Owen, &c.

When thinking of my Owen,

my eyes with tears they fill;

And then my mother chides some,

because my wheel tands still:

How can I think of spinning,

whilt Owen's far away.

Why Owen, &c.

Oh! could it pleae kind Heav'n

to hield my love from harm,