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.