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

At home why did I stay?

Ah! cruel wife was my father,

Who did my love restrain;

And I was cruel hearted

That did at home remain;

With thee, mv love contented,

I'd journey far away.

Why, Owen, &c.

To market, at Langollen,

Each morning do I go;

But how to strike a bargain

No longer do I know:

My father chides at evening,

My mother all the day.

Why, Owen, &c.

When thinking of my Owen,

My eyes with tears they fill;

And then my mother chides me

Because my wheel stands still;

How can I think of spinning

Whilst Owen's far away?

Why, Owen, &c.

Oh! could it please kind Heav'n

To shield my love from harm,