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The Shirt of a Lad by Anonymous |
As I did the washing one day
Under the bridge at Aberteifi,
And a golden stick to drub it,
And my sweetheart's shirt beneath it--
A knight came by upon a charger,
Proud and swift and broad of shoulder,
And he asked if I would sell
The shirt of the lad that I loved well.
No, I said, I will not trade--
Not if a hundred pounds were paid;
Not if two hillsides I could keep
Full with wethers and white sheep;
Not if two fields full of oxen
Under yoke were in the bargain;
Not if the herbs of all Llanddewi,
Trodden and pressed, were offered to me--
Not for the likes of that, I'd sell
The shirt of the lad that I love well
.....The Shirt of a Lad by Anonymous (tr. Tony Conran)
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