page 72 (seq. 64)

72.

words of the Welch Harper
2d.
Sometime' before A Castle Gate
In Song A Battle I relate
or how it Lord in shepherds [guise/quiet]
Sought favour in A virgin eyes
With rich and poor A welcome guest
No care intrude upon my breast
The Blight Old harper called am I
In the welch vales mid mountain high

3d
Whole Sol illumes the western Sky
and evening zephyrs softly Sigh
oft times on village green I play,
While round me dance the rustic's gay
And oft when veil^d by sable night
The wandering Shepherd I delight
The blithe old harper called am I
In the welch Vales mid mountains high