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- THE chough and crow to roost are gone,
- The owl sits on the tree,
- The hush'd wind wails with feeble moan,
- Like infant charity.
- The wild-fire dances on the fen,
- The red star sheds its ray;
- Uprouse ye then, my merry men!
- It is our op'ning day.
- Both child and nurse are fast asleep,
- And closed is every flower,
- And winking tapers faintly peep
- High from my lady's bower;
- Bewilder'd hinds with shorten'd ken
- Shrink on their murky way;
- Uprouse ye then, my merry men!
- It is our op'ning day.
- Nor board nor garner own we now,
- Nor roof nor latchèd door,
- Nor kind mate, bound by holy vow
- To bless a good man's store;
- Noon lulls us in a gloomy den,
- And night is grown our day;
- Uprouse ye then, my merry men!
- And use it as ye may.
- Joanna Bailley

- I'VE no sheep on the mountains
- Nor boat on the lake
- Nor 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.
- 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
- And the clerk at the ale house
- Still claims the great chair;
- But of all our proud fellows,
- The proudest I'll be
- While the maid of Llanwellyn
- Smiles sweetly on me.
- Joanna Bailley

- WHAT voice is this, thou evening gale!
- That mingles with thy rising wail;
- And, as it passes, sadly seems
- The faint return of youthful dreams?
- Though now its strain is wild and drear,
- Blithe was it once as sky-lark's cheer --
- Sweet at the night-bird's sweetest song, --
- Dear as the lisp of infant's tongue.
- It was the voice, at whose sweet flow
- The heart did beat, and cheek did glow,
- And lip did smile, and eye did weep,
- And motioned love the measure keep.
- Oft be thy sound, soft gale of even,
- Thus to my wistful fancy given;
- And, as I list the swelling strain,
- The dead shall seem to live again!
- Joanna Bailley

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