Do you know—have you seen—my sweet Dolly,
Who pastures her flocks on Eryri?
Her eyes like a dart,
Have pierced my heart,
Oh, sweeter than honey is Dolly.
HYWEL.
Oh, yes, I know well your sweet Dolly,
Whose cot’s at the foot of Eryri,
No tongue upon earth
Can tell of her worth,
So lovely, so winning is Dolly.
For tender and bashful is Dolly,
Not fairer nor purer the lily,
No name under heaven
So fitly is given
For the harpist to sing of as Dolly.
DEWI.
Not tender, not tender to Dewi!
No maiden so cruel as Dolly!
With many a tear
I beseech her to hear,
But deaf to my wooing is Dolly.
I have done all I could for her pleasing,
I have gathered her goats for the milking,
’Twas surely no sin,
If I hoped I might win,
Sweet kisses in payment from Dolly.
Her breast’s like the snowflakes when falling,
So white—and so cold to my pleading.
My heart will soon break
For very love’s sake,
So cold, so bewitching is Dolly.
Three wishes, no more, I would utter—
God bless my sweet Dolly for ever,
May I gaze on her face
Till I finish life’s race,
Then die—in the arms of my Dolly.