Sailor's courtship/My lovely Owen

MY LOVELY OWEN.

Tho' far beyond the mountains,
That looks so 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,
At home why did I stay?

Ah! cruel wife was my father,
Who did my love restrain;
And I was cruel hearted
That did at home remain;
With thee, mv love contented,
I'd journey far away.
Why, Owen, &c.

To market, at Langollen,
Each morning do I go;
But how to strike a bargain
No longer do I know:
My father chides at evening,
My mother all the day.
Why, Owen, &c.

When thinking of my Owen,
My eyes with tears they fill;
And then my mother chides me
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.