In the vale of Llangollen a cottage is seen,
Well shelter'd from tempests by shades ever green;
There the daisy first opens its eye to the day,
And the hawthorn first blooms on the bosom of May.
There the daisy, etc.

There, far from the haunts of ambition and pride,
Contentment, and virtue, and friendship, abide;
And Nature, complacent, smiles sweet on the pair,
Who have splendour forsaken to worship her there.
And Nature, etc.

While ambition exults in her storm-beaten dome,
Like the tower on yon mountain that frowns o'er your home,
With tranquil seclusion, and friendship your lot,
How blest, how secure, and how envied your cot!
With tranquil, etc.