Ned Pugh's granddaughter (Wyres Ned Puw)

While sad I strike the plaintive string,

Deign, cruel maid, to hear me sing;

And let my song thy pride controul,

Divine enchantress of my soul!

Must thy desponding lover die,

Slain by the glances of thine eye?

O fairer thou, and colder too,

Than new-fall'n snow on Aren's brow!

While life remains I still will sing

Thy praise, and make the mountains ring;

Nor even to die shall I repine,

So Howel's name may live with thine.