Sailor's courtship (1822)/My lovely Owen
MY LOVELY OWEN.
Tho' for beyond the mountains,
that looks 'o distant here,
To fight his country's battles,
last May-day went my dear;
Ah! well shall I remember,
with bitter sighs, the day;
Why, Owen, did thou leave me?
a home why did I stay?
Ah! cruel wife my father,
who did my flight restrain;
And I was cruel-hearted
that did at home remain:
With thee, mv love, contented,
I'd journey far away,
Why, O en, &c.
To market, at Langollen,
each morning do I go;
But now to strike a bargain
no longer do I know:
My father chides at evening,
nay mother all the day.
Why, Owen, &c.
When thinking of my Owen,
my eyes with tears they fill;
And then my mother chides some,
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
to shield my love from harm,
To clasp him in my bosom
would every care disarm;
But Oh! I fear, far distant
will be that happy day.
Why, Owen, &c.