Far, far did I wander in climes hotly burning, Till fortune repaid me with wealth in good store; Then swift as a bird’s flight o’er high waves returning, Our vessel was wafted to Abermaw’s shore. With the speed of the roe-buck I flew to my Mary, Joy’s tears from her eyes fell like midsummer rain; And now in Dolgelley by wedlock united, The world and its wealth shall ne’er part us again.
{ 250} The Blue Well, one of the pools in the recesses of the great mountain, which discharges its waters into Llynn Gwynant.
{ 304} DAFYDD AP SHENKIN. (For Three Voices.) Arranged by W. FORDE.
[Picture: Music score for Dafydd ap Shenkin]
Oh! Shenkin was a noble fellow, As ever rov’d in Conway vale; He drank till he was mellow, drank till he was mellow, He drank till he was mellow, And fought till his foes turn’d pale.
Well did he strike for merry freedom, And England fear’d his great renown, For laws—himself decreed ’em, And gallantly held his own.
Then drink boys to the outlaw’d ranger, And let us seek old Dafydd’s cave, Where oft he cheer’d the stranger, And dug for his foes a grave.
{ 384} FAREWELL TO NORTH WALES. (_Air_—“Ar hyd y nos.”) Arranged by W. FORDE. _Andante espressivo_.
[Picture: Music score for Farewell to North Wales]
Mountain, glen, wild rock, and heather, Now farewell! Lakes and fairy dells for ever, All farewell. Land of love and softest blisses, Casket of my dearest wishes, I would cover thee with kisses, But farewell.
Burning tears proclaim my anguish, Fare—farewell. When away from thee I languish, Fare—farewell. Friends and kindred when I’m sleeping, To my beating heart come creeping Morning brings me woe and weeping, Fare—farewell.
Land where beauty ever glances, Fare—farewell. And where joy for ever dances, Fare—farewell. Surly winds are round me blowing, Wildly are my white locks flowing, Drear and dark the day is growing, Fare—farewell.
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