The Maid of Llanwellyn
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This was published by George Thomson of Edinburgh (1757-1851). Thomson paid F. J. Haydn in Vienna 2 ducats each for 200 tunes. He also paid Beethoven for tunes, but he quit, disgusted with the pay.

The lyrics are by Joanna Baillie. In the tune she speaks of lakes in Wales. When Thomson remarked that Wales had no lakes, Miss Baillie replied that she would not alter the line and they would have to "hope their readers were just as ignorant as she had been when she wrote it."

I've no sheep on the mountains
nor boat on the lake
Nor coin in my coffer
to keep me awake
Nor corn in my garner,
nor fruit on my tree
Yet the maid of Llanwellyn
smiles sweetly on me.

Rich Owen will tell you,
with eyes full of scorn
Threadbare is my coat,
and my hosen are torn
Scoff on, my rich Owen,
for faint is thy glee
When the maid of Llanwellyn
smiles sweetly on me.

The farmer rides proudly
to market and fair
And the clerk at the ale house
still claims the great chair
But of all our proud fellows
the proudest I'll be
While the maid of Llanwellyn
smiles sweetly on me.
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