My singing teacher had me doing this from Benjy Britten's 8 Folk song arrangements. Welsh words (beyond me) by John Ceiriog Hughes but here words by Thomas Oliphant, Hullah's The Song Book Macmillan 1866.

Life and its follies are fading away
Love hath departed why then should I stay
Cold is my pale cheek and furrowed with care
Dim is my eyesight and snow-white my hair

Near me in silence my harp lies unstrung
Weak are my fingers and faltring my tongue
Tuneful companion we parted must be
Thou canst no longer bring comfort to me

Yet ere we sever thy master would fain
Swan-like expire in a last dying strain
And when above him the cypress bough wave
Spirits shall murmur it over his grave.