A Song of Baldwyn

 

(From “A Song of Sherwood”)

Sing a song, a song of Baldwyn,

Home of solitude;

A day is long, is long in Baldwyn,

And the life is good.

Lads and lasses all agree

Beneath the rowan tree,

‘Tis no worry, rush and hurry,

There no flurry be

Sing a song, a song of Baldwyn,

Home of solitude !

 

Sing a song, a song of Orry,

King of all the Isles;

None will languish, none feel sorry

In this land of smiles.

When the sun sinks in the sky

All the mountains high

Shine all golden, Carraghyn, Colden,

Pen-y-pott old and free;

Sing a song, a song of Orry

And this blest of Isles !

 

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