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HEADLONG HALL.
For she guessed at his wants, and she pitied his care,
And she hastened a bed for his rest to prepare;
Then he sate to his supper, and blithely he sung,
And she knew the dear sounds of her own native tongue:
And she hastened a bed for his rest to prepare;
Then he sate to his supper, and blithely he sung,
And she knew the dear sounds of her own native tongue:
"O rich are the feasts in the Englishman's hall,
And the wine sparkles bright in the goblets of Gaul:
But their mingled attractions I well could withstand,
For the milk and the oatcake of Meirion's dear land."
And the wine sparkles bright in the goblets of Gaul:
But their mingled attractions I well could withstand,
For the milk and the oatcake of Meirion's dear land."
"And art thou a Welchman, old soldier?" she cried.
"Many years have I wandered," the stranger replied:
"Twixt Danube and Thames many rivers there be,
But the bright waves of Cynfael are fairest to me."
"Many years have I wandered," the stranger replied:
"Twixt Danube and Thames many rivers there be,
But the bright waves of Cynfael are fairest to me."
