OLD WELSH SONG (Henry Treece)
I take with me where I go a pen and a golden bowl;
Poet and beggar step in my shoes, or a prince in a purple shawl.
I bring with me when I return to the house that my father's hands made,
A crooning bird on a chrystal bough and, o, a sad, sad word! [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/j/joan_baez/old_welsh_song.html ]
