Like you, my dear charmer, my passion can move;
For, indeed, in my heart I love "gallant little Wales," I do;
And sweet Jenny Jones, too, in truth I do love!
I parted long since from the home of my fathers,
And then Jenny Jones was a dowerless lass;
But now I'm a grey and storm-beaten old mariner,
To wealth, she, through brave Pritchard-Morgan, shall pass.
May Gold—and Home Rule—bring you wealth and contentment,
And ne'er from my Party, my dear, may you rove:
For indeed in our hearts we all love Wales tremendously,