Hmm. Can someone tell me about Maid of llanwellyn? I looked it up and it gave three verses, which I'll quote. But what makes Rusby's version so fantastic is the chorus she inserts, which turns it from a sweet but ordinary love song into something pagan and strangely hauntingl:

No sheep on the mountain, no goat
No horses to offer, no boat
Only hens I have with me,
They are one two and three
But the Maid of llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me.


The original verses are these:

Maid of Llanwellyn

I've no sheep on the mountains nor boat on the lake
Nor coin in my coffer to keep me awake
Nor corn in my garden, nor fruit on my tree
Yet the maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me.

Rich Owen will tell you with eyes full of scorn
Threadbare is my coat and my hosen are torn
Scoff on my rich Owen, for faint is thy glee
When the maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me.

The farmer rides proudly to market and fair
And the clerk at the ale house still claims the great chair
But of all our proud fellows, the proudest I'll be
When the maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me.