Jonquils on this field of old
from a tiny bulb unfold
that some poor hard working wife
planted here to ease her life
Cair Paravel we call it now
to us a ruined castle bold
yet held it in some bygone time
a woman's love of place untold
She tried her best in barren waste
to make a homely garden grow
survivours of her toil stil cling
upon this little rise of saline soil
The Jonquils, Garlic, Periwinkle blue
have struggled here an hundred years
and fifty more and still
as they did long ago
gladden us and swell our hearts
with thanks to this starved soul
for these few links at hand
she had of comfort and remembrance
of her native land.
