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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,
