Chris, you'll have to learn Moliannwn. You can't get through any Welsh musical evening without it.

And speaking of Ar Hyd y Nos, there's a version that's in the "Oh Death" tradition in a minor key. Loosely translated: One night in bed, all through the night failing to sleep because without a doubt my mind was dwelling upon my journey. Called for a basin and water to wash myself but before I could get a drop on my cheek, Death was there, sitting on the edge of the basin. Went to the church to pray thinking that he would not follow me there but before I could get up from my knees, Death was sitting on the bench. Went to a closed room to hide thinking that he would not follow me there but although the room was closed tight, Death came up from underground. Went to the sea and started to row thinking that he wouldn't be able to swim but before I reached the deep waves, Death was the ship captain. Farewell, girls; farewell, boys. Farewell to the everygreen songs of youth. God forgive me my sins. I must go now to follow Death."

Nice little ditty for tucking the kids in at night!

sian