LOW hung the dark clouds on Plinlimmon's tall peak, br And slowly, yet surely, the winter drew near; br When Ellen, sweet Ellen, a tear on her cheek, br Exclaimed as we parted, 'In May I'll be here.' br br How swiftly I ran up the mountain's steep height, br To catch the last glimpse of an object so dear! br And, when I no longer could keep her in sight, br I thought on her promise,....'In May I'll be here.' br br Now gladly I mark from Plinlimmon's tall peak br The low-hanging vapours and clouds disappear, br And climb the rough mountain, thence Ellen to seek, br Repeating her promise....'In May I'll be here.