Get zip-file of this set here. OBS! It includes ready html-files you must use. The Maid of Llanwellyn I've no sheep on the mountains Nor boat on the lake Nor coin in my coffer To keep me awake Nor corn in my garner, Nor fruit on my tree Yet the maid of Llanwellyn Smiles sweetly on me. Rich Owen will tell you, With eyes full of scorn Threadbare is my coat, And my hosen are torn Scoff on, my rich Owen, For faint is thy glee When the maid of Llanwellyn Smiles sweetly on me. The farmer rides proudly To market and fair And the clerk at the ale house Still claims the great chair; But of all our proud fellows, The proudest I'll be While the maid of Llanwellyn Smiles sweetly on me. Joanna Bailley (1762 - 1851) Scottish Poet There are some simple rules to follow: You must download the zip-file of this webset to your own computer. You must use my webdesign without changing its basic look. You must put up all graphics on your own site without hotlinking. You must use my logo on it, linked back to vetteljus.se © Vetteljus 2006 Art by John William Godward - Youth and Time 1901