I will be proudly wearing mine, Bryn, and flying the flag - albeit out of the window rather than up a flagpole:-) Funnily enough I always used to wear a daff on 1st March as well - I was christened on St Davids day and my Maternal grandmother was from Rhuddlan. I have got out of the habit of late but must resurect it next time!

Having another Arthur moment. May I suggest an English anthem more suitable than grovelling to the posh bint at buck house?

The Song of the Bow

by Arthur Conan Doyle

From Songs of Action (1898).

What of the bow?
The bow was made in England:
Of true wood, of yew-wood,
The wood of English bows;
So men who are free
Love the old yew-tree
And the land where the yew-tree grows.

What of the cord?
The cord was made in England:
A rough cord, a tough cord,
A cord that bowmen love;
And so we will sing
Of the hempen string
And the land where the cord was wove.

What of the shaft?
The shaft was cut in England:
A long shaft, a strong shaft,
Barbed and trim and true;
So we'll drink all together
To the grey goose-feather
And the land where the grey goose flew.

What of the mark?
Ah, seek it not in England,
A bold mark, our old mark
Is waiting over-sea.
When the strings harp in chorus,
And the lion flag is o'er us,
It is there that our mark will be.

What of the men?
The men were bred in England:
The bowmen--the yeomen,
The lads of dale and fell.
Here's to you--and to you!
To the hearts that are true
And the land where the true hearts dwell.

Bit jingoistic I suppose but good for the occasion methinks:-)

Cheers

Dave