Welsh History
Heather Rose Jones
Tune: 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 Daffyd ap Gwion ap Hywell
ap Ifor ap Madoc ap Rhodri ap Guinn.
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 had come across raiding;
Slain six of my kinsmen, and burned down my hall.
It cannot be borne, this offense and injustice,
I've only slain four of his, last I recall.
I'll call on my neighbors, Llewellyn and Owen,
We'll cut him down as for the border he rides
But yesterday Owen stole three of my cattle;
And first I'll retake them and two 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, Gryffydd
Is best for the job as I'm sure you'll agree.
What matters that Rhys is the old prince's nephew?
He's exiled 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!

Last evening my brother and I were at war over
Two feet of land on the boundary we share.
But early this morning, I hear he's been murdered.
I'll not rest until I avenge him, I swear!
Yes, we are just plain folks, who mind our own business;
Honest, and loyal and full of good cheer....
So if you should wander out by the Welsh border
Come stop by and see all the friendly folk here!