Y Gelli blues.




The bright coloured flags where out,
as a 60's car lot,
Ford Zephyr's and minis,
girls in their pinnies.

Hard they worked at the bara brith charm,
you'll come to no harm,
looking for a book on Wales,
running a stick against the rails.

Lisa had gone to tent city,
a seed, a seed but where's the pity?
they should have camped by the river,
as Owain Glyndwr did,
happy the day of the giver.

A butcher, a baker and a candle stick Quaker,
turning chairs from a Shaker,
put your money on the bookmaker,
turn a twirl with the painter,
it's all here see,
the river, the ale and good company.

Mummers mumbling,
a song from the hills,
here be knowledge
and ringing tills.

All the dogs were friendly.

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