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This Monrrch of the Cumbrian mountains was un cientky held in the highest veneration among the Pritons.

Hob y Deri Danno - Away my herd to the laken grove, 128

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There is another very Ancient Tune that bears a similar name to the above; À Rhapsody of it, as
formerly used with the Cowydd Pedwar, concludes each ftanza as follows,
"Nawdd Mair a nawdd y gróg ,-

. The protection of Mary & protection of the Cross; Hai down ir deri danno."

Come let us hasten to the Oaken-Grove.
Which is the burden of an old Song of the Druids, sung by the Bards and Vades, to call the people
to their religious assemblies in the Groves. Also, it is evident that the old English Song ,

“Hie down, down derry down!'
Alfo, “In Summer time when leaves grow-green,

Down, a down, a down??
are borrowed from that Druidical Song


Vinynen Cynwyd." - Thi e Milody of Cynwyd.


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Cin yol was a man's naine, and Cynwydion was the name of the Clari and Land; from which the village of Crwyd in Merionethshire

derives its name.

Diliprrwch Gwyr Dyf.* The Deight of the Min of Dovey.

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- is a Seaport in Merionethshire,also a considerable river which divides North and South Wales.


Ton y triliog Di. - »The Tune of the Black cock


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There beautiful lid is an inhabitani of the Mountains of Hales, and is somelimes cail'd the Neatlicock Black-game, which spicies o moor game

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A Song of the wooing of Queen Catherine by Sir Owen Tudor,

a young Gentleman of Wales .



Whilst King Henry V: was pursuing his conquest in France, Charles VI: unable to resist his victorious arms, came to a treaty with him, and in the year 1420, King Henry was married to Catherine, the daughter of Charles; by virtue of which the Latter acknowledged Henry, Regent of France, during his Life time, and after his death abfolute fovereign of that kingdom. The christmas. following King Henry brought his Queen over to England, where she was crowned on the 24 Feb). 1421. . The season of taking the field being come, and the Dauphin having levied fresh forces, King Henry hastened over to France, whither his (Queen could not accompany him, being at that time with child, and on the 6th of December following the deliver'd at Windfor of Prince Henry, who fucceeded his Father . The April following the passed over to France with Large reinforcements for her husband; ' " he being at that time very ill of the Dysentery gof which he shortly after

soon after, Queen Catherine return'd to England. It was impossible that a young hand some widow, of her dig + . nity could live without a number of admirers; and - in the foremost tank appeared Sir Owen Tudor of Pen-Mynydd Mon, in Anglessey;who was a graceful and most beautiful perfon, and defcended from the ancient welsh Princes. This Owen was fon of Meredith ab Tudor. ab Gronw ab Tudor,ab Gronw, ab Ednyfed Fychan, baron of Brinffenigl, in Denbigh-land, Lord of Criceth; and fo lineally defcended from King Beli the great · His genealogy was drawn out of the chronicles of Wales,biy order of King Henry the Seventh, and is to be found in the appendix of Caradoo's history of Wales, the last edition .) Sir Owen Tudor' was an officer of the Queen's househoid, and being cometty and active, he wa's defired to dance before this Queen; & in u turn not being able to recover himself, fill into her lap,as. Che fat upon a little ftool with many of her

Soon after, he won her heart and married her; and, by him the had three fons; of whoin Edmund t!:e i elleft, was created Earl of Richmond, and was Father to King Hensy the 7th The ftcond Son was Earl of Peinbroke. Queen Catherine survived this husband also, and then retired into the Nun'ery of Bermondsey in Surry, where she died in year of the reign of her son Henry the VI :

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ladies about her.

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If but a stranger, yet love hath such power,
To lead me here kindly into the Queen's bower;
Then do not,sweet Princess, my good will forsake,
When nature commands thee a true love to take.

So ruyal of calling and birth am I known,
That matching unequal, my state's overthrown:
My titles of dignity thereby I lofe,,
To wed me and bed me, my equal l'll chuse.

No honors are loft (Queen) in chusing of me,
For I am a Gentleman born by degree,
And favors of Princes my state may advance,
In making me noble and fortunate chance.

My robesof rich honors most brave to behold,
Are all o'er imbossed with silver and gold,
Not therewith adorn'd, I lose my renown,
With a!) a ráve titles that wait on a crown.

My country, "Weet princess, more pleasure affords,
Than can be expressed by me here in words:
Such kindly contentments by nature there springs,
That hath been well liked of Queens & of kings. }

Queen My courtly attendants are trains of delight, Like stars of fair heaven all shining so bright: 'Ard thote that live daily such pleasures to see, Suppote no luch comfort in country can be...

Tudor InWales we have fountains, no crystal more clear, Where murmuring music we daily may hear, with gardens of pleasure, and flowers to tweet, Where true love with true love may merrily meet

Queen But there is no tilting nor turnaments bold, Which gallant young ladies desire to behold,, No masks,nor no revels, where favours are worn, By Knights, or by Barons, without


[corn. Tudor Our may.pole at Whitsuntide maketti ood fport, 4:24,moyes as sweet pleasures as youës do in court, whers on the green dancing for garlund and ring.

: Maidens make pustiine and 1port för a King. Queen

lineet But when your brave young men and maidensitoWhilit Silver-like metody murmuring keeps, in Your musick is clownith and foundeth not fweet, And locks up your senses in heavenly sleeps,


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