[00:15.54]No sheep on the mountain nor boat on the lake[00:23.10]No coin in my coffer to keep me awake[00:30.96]Nor corn in my garner, nor fruit on my tree,[00:38.22]Yet the Maid of[00:41.85]Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me.[00:46.32]No sheep on the mountain nor goats,[00:54.00]No horses to offer nor boats,[01:01.32]Only hens[01:03.93]I have by me, they are one, two and three,[01:13.56]Yet the Maid of[01:15.51]Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me.[01:16.20]Rich Owen will tell you, with eyes full of scorn,[01:24.39]Threadbare is my coat and my hosen are torn.[01:29.58]Scoff on, my rich[01:46.65]Owen, for faint is thy glee[02:12.78]When the Maid of[02:13.26]Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me.[02:15.21]CHORUS The farmer rides proudly to market and fair[02:57.15]Whilst the clerk at the ale house still claims the great chair,[03:04.95]But of all our proud fellows, oh the proudest[03:14.49]I'll be, When the[03:14.76]Maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me.