BALLAD. (Abergavney is fine, Aberistwith also)

Abergavney is fine, Aberistwith also, And the lasses it is fine when to market they go; The birds and the pretty finches sing fine in the grove, But the finest bird of all is that little rogue luff.

Luff me I pray you now, luff me as your life, And Taffy and Griddy shall soon be man and wife.

The mountains are high, and the fallies are low, And from Radnor to Glamorgan's a long fay to co; But I'd co and I'd run, and I'd fly, and I rove, If when I came there I should meet with my luff.

Luff me, &c.

Toil and labour is hard, and the time's very long, From the lark's pretty chant to the nightingale's song, But I'd toil and I'd labour throughout the whole year, And think it a day were I blest with my dear.

Luff me, &c.