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Edired after seeing I'd been beaten to the Alan Freemen comment

 

The Liver is an evil organ and deserves to be punished *eek*

 

Edited by - Delbert on 2 Mar 2005 13:51:50

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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'.

 

 

 

😬You laugh at me because I'm different, I laugh at you because you're all the same. 😬

 

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There's a story told in the valleys

And I'll tell it as best as I can

The story of one William McGonegal Morgan

And of his incredible plan.

 

It all started off on a cold winter's night

A night that was strangely, so still

When the rugby club's general commitee

Banned 'Sine-Die' their ticket sec... Will.

 

He was in the wrong, we knew all along

There was no point in petitions and pickets

He was caught with this woman at the back of the stands

With the club's allocation of tickets

 

What made it worse... she wasn't the first

He'd been caught with Ben Water's wife, Ethel

We all knew her with her fox and her fur

She wore it on Sundays to Bethel.

 

Will was sine-died, he broke down and cried

I've never seen a man in such sorrow

'Cos like Judas of old, he'd sold more than gold

With a Scotland and Wales game tomorrow.

 

Then he had this idea... he'd go in disguise

He had it all drawn up and planned

And he went to the game, to his family's shame

As one of the St. Alban's Band.

 

Back in the village, they all got to know

'Make one for me, will you?' they'd say

They'd ask, 'Any chance, for one against France?'

And fair play, like... what could he say?

 

But the man's very able, I think he's in 'Table' (Roundtable?)

He was working all hours, fair play!

He gave of his best, he was down to his vest

Making about fifty a day.

 

But Will's getting on and his best days are gone

'Well, my lad... I'm sad.' he'd say

'Will, you're on the floor... you can't do no more'

And he'd say, 'Where there's a Will there's a way!'

 

So he put an ad. in 'The Guardian'

To employ a few men starting Monday

And he started some men, I think about ten

Three shifts and some working Sunday.

 

They made about three or four hundred

When the night shift was sent 'two 'til ten'

The jigs were all changed and the tools rearranged

And they started on ambulance men.

 

Then they ran out of buttons and bandage

And policemen were next on the plans

While 'B' shift made refs. with dark glasses

Alsatians, white sticks and tin cans.

 

Then production was brought to a standstill

And the union could quite understand

When management tabled the motion

How things were a bit out of hand!

 

I'll never forget the day of the match

The likes of I'll ne'er see again

I can see them all, still... coming over the hill

Hundreds and thousands of men.

 

The refs. came in four double deckers

It was going exactly to plan

And the St. Albans Band came in lorries

And the police in a Griff Fender van!

 

I'll never forget the day of the match

The likes of I'll ne'er see again

When Queen Street was full of alsatians

And the pubs full of ambulance men.

 

It was then I saw Will for the first time

I was standing on the steps by 'The Grand'

He was in a camel-hair coat... dressed up as a goat

Marching in front of the band.

 

It was then that the accident happened!

The roads were all slippy and wet

He was struck by a man in a greengrocer's van

And they took him to Davies... the vet.

 

Now Davies the vet's a bit short sighted

He said, 'I'm afraid it's his heart...

But he wouldn't have lived longer, if he'd been stronger

His eyes are too far apart.

 

The funeral was held on a Monday

The biggest I'd ever seen

The wreaths came in four double deckers

There was one from Prince Charles and The Queen.

(Sorry!... 'The Price of Wales' and 'The Queens')

 

There were sprays there from three thousand policemen

And one from the St. Albans Band

And the bearers were refs. with alsations

Dark glasses, white sticks and tin cans.

 

We sang at the graveside, the old funeral hymns

And we all went to comfort his son

What made him sad, he said, was his Dad

Had died, not knowing we'd won.

 

I couldn't sleep for most of that night

I kept thinking of what he had said

Dad had died... not knowing we'd won

So I dressed when I got out of bed.

 

And I walked again to that hillside

To that last resting place on the hill

It was all quiet, save... when I leaned over the grave

And I shouted, 'WE 'AMMERED THEM, WILL!'

 

And that story is told in the valleys

And I've told it as best as I can

The legend of William McGonegal Morgan

And of his Incredible Plan.

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I is sitting here at my desk with a small Welsh flag stuck on with blue tac, signed " It's only a little 'un Kev, Max Boyce"

 

Saw him a couple of years back, fantastic!!!

 

😬You laugh at me because I'm different, I laugh at you because you're all the same. 😬

 

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Mostly John Mayall, Tony Bennett, Nina Simone and a spot of my driving CD which is Motorhead, Ram Jam, LedZep, Cream, Hendrix, John Denver, James Last, Dire Straights and a few choice others that escape me.

 

I do, however have Max Boyce 'Live at Treorchy' and 'The Incredible Plan' on vinal back at home 😬 *smile*

 

Both recorded before I was born *eek* 😳 *tongue* *confused*

 

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