i came across this today for the first time - undoubtedly many of you know it, but i thought i'd share with those who don't. it reminded me of sartar.
cheers,
guy
Heather Rose Jones, "Welsh History 101" (apparently this is sung to the tune of "The Ash Grove")
If ever you wander out by the Welsh border Come stop by and see me and all of my kin. I'm Morgan ap Dafydd ap Gwion ap Hywell Ap Ifor ap Madoc ap Rhodri ap Gwyn.
We'll feast you on mutton and harp for your pleasure And give you a place to sleep out of the cold Or maybe we'll meet you out on the dark roadway And rob you of horses and weapons and gold.
My neighbor from England has come across raiding Slain six of my kinsmen and burned down my hall. It cannot be borne, this offense, this injustice! I've only killed four of his, last I recall.
I'll send for my neighbors, Llewellyn and Owain We'll cut him down as for the border he rides! But yesterday Owain stole three of my cattle So first I'll retake them and three more besides.
We need a strong prince to direct our resistance
Heroic, impartial, of noble degree.
My brother's wife's fourth cousin's foster son Gruffydd
Is best for the job, as I'm sure you'll agree.
What matter that Rys is the old prince's nephew? He's sailed off to Ireland and will not return. I know this for every time boats he is building I send my spies money to see that they burn.
Yes, we are just plain folk who mind our own business Honest and loyal and full of good cheer So if ever you wander out by the Welsh border Come stop by and see all the friendly folk here.
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