| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909. | | | | The Maid of Llanwellyn | | By Joanna Baillie (1762–1851) |
| | | I ’VE no sheep on the mountain, nor boat on the lake, | |
| Nor coin in my coffer to keep me awake, | |
| No corn in my garner, nor fruit on my tree, | |
| Yet the maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me. | |
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| Softly tapping at eve to her window I came, | 5 |
| And loud bay’d the watch-dog, loud scolded the dame; | |
| For shame, silly Lightfoot! what is it to thee, | |
| Though the maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me? | |
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| The farmer rides proudly to market or fair, | |
| The clerk at the alehouse still claims the great chair, | 10 |
| But, of all our proud fellows, the proudest I’ll be, | |
| While the maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me. | |
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| For blithe as the urchin at holiday play, | |
| And meek as a matron in mantle of gray, | |
| And trim as a lady of gentle degree, | 15 |
| Is the Maid of Llanwellyn, who smiles upon me. | | | | |
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