<strong>Candy Le Bon - Singing her second song of the evening.</strong><br/><br/><tt class="bbc_tt">"As you wish, my Lord!"</tt>Candy grinned. Her singing often had that effect on her listeners and she had no problem with it whatever.<tt class="bbc_tt">"Provided you do not mind me watching you."</tt><br/><br/>And she nodded to the Maestro to begin the song. This time her own natural Welsh accent came out strongly<br/><br/>"I've no sheep on the mountains<br/>nor boat on the lake<br/>Nor coin in my coffer<br/>to keep me awake<br/>Nor corn in my garner,<br/>nor fruit on my tree<br/>Yet the maid of Llanwellyn<br/>smiles sweetly on me.<br/><br/>"Rich Owen will tell you,<br/>with eyes full of scorn<br/>Threadbare is my coat,<br/>and my hosen are torn<br/>Scoff on, my rich Owen,<br/>for faint is thy glee<br/>When the maid of Llanwellyn<br/>smiles sweetly on me.<br/><br/>"The farmer rides proudly<br/>to market and fair<br/>And the clerk at the ale house<br/>still claims the great chair<br/>But of all our proud fellows<br/>the proudest I'll be<br/>While the maid of Llanwellyn<br/>smiles sweetly on me."<br/><br/>The song ended and Candy gasped for breath and climaxed herself... that song contained a trigger chord in each verse and she had very nearly climaxed each time. As she came, she swung the cage up into the air.