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parish this house, called Gareg-Wen (Caernar-vonshire), is situated. I give the English ver-sion (by John Oxenford) of this lyric, " David of the White Rock/'
" David the Bard on his death-bed lies, Pale are his features and dim are his eyes. Yet all around him his glance wildly roves— Till it alights on the harp that he loves.
" Give me my harp, my companion so long, Let it once more add its voice to my song. Though my old fingers are palsied and weak, Still my good harp for its master will speak.
" Often the hearts of our chiefs it has stirred, When its loud summons to battle was heard; Harp of my country, dear harp of the brave, Let thy last notes hover over my grave,"
The very plaintive air, "Sweet Richard— " Per Alaw neu Sweet Richard," Brinley Rich-ards attributes to Blondel, but history points to Owen Glendower, an esquire to Richard II., a surprisingly well-educated and accomplished man for those times, and a gallant withal. In all probability it was composed by Glendower during his master's captivity, and it was after-wards played at the risings in favour of the unfortunate king, as the Jacobite airs were played to excite the adherents of the Stuarts.
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