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HEADLONG HALL.
For she guessed at his wants, and she pitied his care, And she hastened a bed for his rest to prepare; Then he sate to his supper, and blithely he sung, And she knew the dear sounds of her own native tongue:
"O rich are the feasts in the Englishman's hall, And the wine sparkles bright in the goblets of Gaul: But their mingled attractions I well could withstand, For the milk and the oatcake of Meirion's dear land."
"And art thou a Welchman, old soldier?" she cried."Many years have I wandered," the stranger replied:"Twixt Danube and Thames many rivers there be, But the bright waves of Cynfael are fairest to me."
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