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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
