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Hymns & Arias


Debert

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We've had this sung *at* us all blinking weekend by a welsh "friend" 😳

 

The more we complained, the louder (and more out of tune) he got! *rolleyes*

 

I thought the Welsh could sing? ... Well not this one boyo! 😬

 

We paid our weekly shilling for that January trip:

A long weekend in London, aye, without a bit of kip.

There's a seat reserved for beer by the boys from Abercarn:

There's beer, pontoon, crisps and fags and a croakin 'Calon Lan'.

 

And we were singing hymns and arias,

'Land of my Fathers', 'Ar hyd y nos'.

 

Into Paddington we did roll with an empty crate of ale.

Will had lost at cards and now his Western Mail's for sale.

But Will is very happy though his money all has gone:

He swapped five photos of his wife for one of Barry John.

 

And we were....................

 

We got to Twickers early and were jostled in the crowd;

Planted leeks and dragons, looked for toilets all around.

So many there we couldn't budge -twisted legs and pale:

I'm ashamed we used a bottle that once held bitter ale.

 

And we were singing hymns and arias,

'Land of my Fathers', 'Ar hyd y nos'.

 

Wales defeated England in a fast and open game.

We sang 'Cwm Rhondda' and 'Delilah',

damn, they sounded both the same.

We sympathised with an Englishman

whose team was doomed to fail

So we gave him that old bottle, that once held bitter ale!

 

He started singing hymns and arias,

'Land of my Fathers', 'Ar hyd y nos'.

 

So it's down to Soho for the night,

to the girls with the shiny beads;

To the funny men with lipstick on,

with evil minds and deeds.

One said to Will from a doorway dark,

damn, she didn't have much on.

But Will knew what she wanted,

aye...his photo of Barry John!

 

'Cos she was singing hymns and arias,

'Land of my Fathers', 'Ar hyd y nos'.


PS: Well done Delbert for giving me a giggle as i read your shedly postings this morning *thumbup*

PPS: It *was* a good match, well ... the 1st 60 minutes of it anyroadup!

 

*arrowright*Get a Mosaic Poster of YOUR car and help Nuke the Leuk here *arrowleft*

 

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Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau

Mae hen wlad fy nhadau yn annwyl i mi,

Gwlad beirdd a chantorion, enwogion o fri;

Ei gwrol ryfelwyr, gwladgarwyr tra mâd,

Tros ryddid gollasant eu gwaed.

 

Gwlad, gwlad, pleidiol wyf i'm gwlad.

Tra môr yn fur i'r bur hoff bau,

O bydded i'r hen iaith barhau.

Hen Gymru fynyddig, paradwys y bardd,

Pob dyffryn, pob clogwyn i'm golwg sydd hardd;

Trwy deimlad gwladgarol, mor swynol yw si

Ei nentydd, afonydd, i mi.

 

Os treisiodd y gelyn fy ngwlad tan ei droed,

Mae hen iaith y Cymry mor fyw ag erioed.

Ni luddiwyd yr awen gan erchyll law brad,

Na thelyn berseiniol fy ngwlad.


 

Eng 19 Wales 26 ... EAT MY DRAGON RED SHORTS

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A Welsh Testament

All right, I was Welsh. Does it matter

I spoke the tongue that was passed on

To me in the place I happened to be,

A place huddled between grey walls

of cloud for at least half the year.

My word for heaven was not yours.

The word for hell had a sharp edge

Put on it by the hand of the wind

Honing, honing with a shrill sound

Day and night. Nothing that Glyn Dwr

Knew was armour against the rain's

Missiles.

 

 

I refuse to be pigeon-holed - well, not on the first date anyway

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You've only come out of the woodwork after a win by Wales

 

Ahhh you missed the 3 years of abuse I suffered "upstairs " then

 

 

I do notice that the perenially correct and never wrong experts are very quiet !!!! 😬

 

Eng 19 Wales 26 ... EAT MY DRAGON RED SHORTS

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Another Welsh song here 😳

 

Taffy was a Welshman,

Taffy was a thief;

Taffy came to my house

And stole a piece of beef.

 

I went to Taffy's house,

Taffy was not home;

Taffy came to my house

And stole a marrow bone.

 

I went to Taffy's house,

Taffy was not in;

Taffy came to my house

And stole a silver pin.

 

I went to Taffy's house,

Taffy was in bed;

I took up a poker

And threw it at his head

 

 

 

 

Life's got so many ups and downs, but I like mine in bed most!

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Nice to see a Max Boyce thread *wink*

Old Mock, the mechanic, I remember him well,

He once built a rocket, or so they will tell,

From an old winding engine, that he found on the dole,

It was built in the Rhonda and powered by coal.

 

Sing fal-da-ral-dal-da-ral-day

 

And when it was finished, he painted it red.

And he called it Bethnal, or so it is said,

And he took it up a mountain on a light night in June,

To get that bit closer said Morgan the Moon

 

Sing fal-da-ral-dal-da-ral-day

 

Sleepy Treorchy was bathed in white light,

When the shuddering hulk took off in the night.

A deafening scream and then a great roar,

And up past the houses old Morgan did go.

 

His heat shield was glowing like anthracite coal

And we prayed down in Cardiff, in mission control.

The barrow wheels dropped as was previously planned,

And old Morgan prepared for Bethnal to land.

 

Sing fal-da-ral-dal-da-ral-day

 

He landed like linen on the crusty old crater,

Dai said he'd get there lunar or later.

So off Morgan went, in the Moon's swirling dust,

To collect some rock samples from the crater's hard crust.

 

Sing fal-da-ral-dal-da-ral-day

 

A strange piece of rock, so old Morgan found,

It was lying there, shining on the dust covered ground,

It picked it up closely and he lept out a call,

'Cause written right through it in Welsh was 'Porthcall'

 

Sing fal-da-ral-dal-da-ral-day


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Busuku obuhle.

Kuthulile konke nya.

Emuzini eBethlehema,

uMsindisi azelwe kuwo.

Akadunyiswe uJesu!

Akadunyisw’ uJesu!

 

Busuku obuhle,

Belusi nampaya

Bethandaza eBethlehema,

Nengelosi zihuba zithi:

“Gloria, Gloria, Gloria

In excelsis Deo.”

 

Busuku obuhle,

uMsindisi nanguya.

Eze kithi eBethlehema,

Uze kusisindisa thina.

Asimdumise simbonge

Kuze kube nini.

 

 

 

I think it's in Welsh - it might be Zulu, but they speak that there too, don't they, or is Zulu in Spain? *confused*

 

Life's got so many ups and downs, but I like mine in bed most!

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