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This Monarch of the Cambrian mountains was anciently held in the higheft, veneration among the Britons.

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There is another very Ancient Tune that bears a fimilar name to the above; A Rhapfody of it, as formerly ufed with the Cowydd Pedwar, concludes each ftanza as follows, "Nawdd Mair a nawdd y grôg,Hai down ir deri danno."

The protection of Mary & protection of the Crofs; - Come let us haften to the Oaken-Grove.

Which is the burden of an old Song of the Druids, fung by the Bards and Vades, to call the people to their religious afsemblies in the Groves. Alfo, 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.

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Mwynen Cynwyd." — The Metody of Cynwyd.

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Cyd was a man's name, and Cynwydion was the name of the Clan and Land; from which the Village of Cynwyd in Merionethshire derives its name.

Difprwch Gwyr Dyfi.* The Delight of the Min of Dovey.

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Ton y Ceiling Dû. – The June of the Black cock

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This beautiful bird is an inhabitant of the Mountains of Wales; and is sometimes call'd the
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A Song of the wooing of Queen Catherine by Sir Owen Tudor,
a young Gentleman of Wales..

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Whilft King Henry V: was purfuing his conqueft in France, Charles VI: unable to refift 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 Lifetime, and after his death abfolute fovereign of that kingdom. The christmas. following King Henry brought his Queen over to England, where he was crowned on the 24 Feb, 1421. · The feafon of taking the field being come, and the Dauphin having levied fresh forces, King Henry haftened over to France, whither his Queen could not accompany him, being at that time with child, and on the 6th of December following the was deliverd at Windfor of Prince Henry, who fucceeded his Father. The April following fhe pafsed over to France with large reinforcements for her husband; he being at that time very ill of the Dysentery of which he fhortly after Soon after, Queen Catherine return'd to England. It was impofsible that a young hand fome widow, of her dig÷nity could live without a number of admirers; and in the foremoft rank appeard Sir Owen Tudor, of Pen-Mynydd Môn, in Anglefsey; who was a graceful and moft 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 Keli the great. His genealogy was drawn out of the chronicles of Wales, by order of King Henry the Seventh, and is to be found in the appendix of Caradoc's hiftory of Wales, the luft edition.) Sir Owen Tudor was an officer of the Queen's household, and being comelty and active, he was defired to dance before the Queen; & in a turn not being able to recover himself, fell into her lapas fhe fat upon a little ftool with many of her ladies about her. Soon after, he won her heart and married her; and by him fhe had three fons; of whom Edmund the eldeft, was created Earl of Richmond, and was Father to King Henry the 7th The fecond Son was Earl of Pembroke. Queen Catherine furvived this husband alfo, and then retired into the Numery of Bermondfey in Surry, where she died in the 14th year of the reign of her son Henry the VI.

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A goodly tintliman is a butiful farven garnished with many y lly pi is both of miture Sep grace, called 'un Feuther, a man braucht forth & ceme of the noble linage & ancient line of Cadwalader the last Fring of the Britons Fyder, morkied Quen Outerine, in the year 1438, by whom he hand So work in Ponmant's Woles tik paso.

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If but a ftranger, yet love hath fuch power,
To lead me here kindly into the Queen's bower;
Then do not, fweet Princefs, my good will forfake,
When nature commands thee a true love to take.
Queen..

So royal of calling and birth am I known,
That matching unequal, my ftate's overthrown:
My titles of dignity thereby I lofe,,

To wed me and bed me, my equal I'll chufe.

Tudor.

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

My robesof rich honors moft brave to behold,
Are all o'er imbofsed with filver and gold,
Not therewith adorn'd, I lofe my renown,
With all the brave titles that wait on a crown.
Tudor

My country, weet princefs, more pleafure affords,
Than can be exprefsed by me here in words:
Such kindly contentments by nature there fprings,
That hath been well liked of Queens & of kings.

Queen

My courtly attendants are trains of delight,
Like ftars of fair heaven all fhining fo bright:
'Ard thofe that live daily fuch pleafures to fee,
Suppofe no fuch comfort in country can be...
Tudor

In Wales we have fountains, no cryftal more clear,
Where murmuring mufic we daily may hear,
With gardens of pleafure, and flowers fo fweet,
Where true love with true love may merrily meet
Queen

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

Our maypole at Whitfuntide maketh good sport, And moves as fweet pleafures as you as do in court, Where on the green dancing for garland and ring. Maidens make paftime and fport for a King,

Queen

meet,

But when your brave young men and maidensdoWhilft filver-like melody murmuring keeps,, Your mufick is clownith and foundeth not fweet, And locks up your fenfes in heavenly fleeps,

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