Maid of Dowlais
Squared shoulders sporting a feathered hat,
She sure-stepp’d through the mud without slippage.
Caring not a whit that she stopped both
Horse carriage and his beating heart. Disdain
Enhanced her beauty, this goddess of
Dowlais, coal-miner’s daughter, as smitten
Young Englishman gap’d, “There goes the proudest
Young woman ever. She WILL BE my wife!”
How Stephen of Hereford woo’d Edith
Remains legendary in family
Lore: Enraptured, she followed him,
‘Cross Canadian Prairie to distant
Pacific shore where lands end prevented
Further wand’ring from this home for their hearts.
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