Bugail Eilio
NEU 'R BACHGEN YMDDIFAD .
O N Eilio's green bosom, a destitute boy,
My pipe was my pleasure, and play my employ,
I was now without raiment, and now without food,
Till Heaven gave a father in Owen the good;
He saw me, he found me, an orphan astray,
He led me to Dyffryn, and blest be the day.
His Ann was the treasure, the pride of his heart,
Her beauties were budding, unaided by Art,
Her breast was a tablet, where Virtue had wrote,
The lessons which fondness maternal had taught;
Her motions were grace, and there beamed from her eye,
What shepherds unnumbered had seen with a sigh.
Since Anna beholds me with kindness, I own
I envy no monarch his empire or throne;
Since Owen gave Anna his pasture and sheep,
I envy no miser the hoards he may heap;
Love, duty, affection, be now the employ
Of Owen's blest son, the once destitute boy.
O N Eilio's green bosom, a destitute boy,
My pipe was my pleasure, and play my employ,
I was now without raiment, and now without food,
Till Heaven gave a father in Owen the good;
He saw me, he found me, an orphan astray,
He led me to Dyffryn, and blest be the day.
His Ann was the treasure, the pride of his heart,
Her beauties were budding, unaided by Art,
Her breast was a tablet, where Virtue had wrote,
The lessons which fondness maternal had taught;
Her motions were grace, and there beamed from her eye,
What shepherds unnumbered had seen with a sigh.
Since Anna beholds me with kindness, I own
I envy no monarch his empire or throne;
Since Owen gave Anna his pasture and sheep,
I envy no miser the hoards he may heap;
Love, duty, affection, be now the employ
Of Owen's blest son, the once destitute boy.
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