Gentle Gwen, O gentle Gwen O sweep the house out clean And bring the armchair up the way I’d like to have a sing Put a peat-turf on the fire The rush-candle light the hearth Whilst I myself will get tuned up Th’old strings of the gentle harp 
Chorus Gentle Gwen, O gentle Gwen O sing a song to me And whilst you stir the porridge pot A song I’ll sing to thee. 
Gentle Gwen, O gentle Gwen O look at little John He’s smiling in his crib at you As if an angle born Place a kiss upon his cheeks And lull him off to sleep There’s no dearer in the world Excepting you, my sweet 
Chorus 2 Gentle Gwen, O gentle Gwen O sing a song to me And while you’re kissing little John A song I’ll sing to thee. 
Gentle Gwen, O gentle Gwen O how good it is for me With food and fire and honest heart A corner clean to live All that’s in the world so good What I love best to non To turn our backs on a troubled world To you, my dear, I run. 
Chorus 1 
Gentle Gwen, O gentle Gwen O the world it goes so fine Turn about to work and sing It’s like this all the time I am the king of my own house With head and heart so keen And just as I am king, my Gwen So you’re a little queen 
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