On the 'Miskin' thread, but repeated here for those who "Don't do Miskin"

Bugeilio'r Maes Gwyn: (Miskin Watch)
(tune)Bugeilio'r gwenith gwyn

Idle days at Easter time
In poor, or clement, weather.
At Miskin in Glamorgan's Vale
We all will meet together.
In "The Cottage" or "The Mill"
We'll all combine our singing.
We'll meet our friends; we'll drink our fill,
We'll set the rafters ringing.

Folk may come from far and wide.
From Porth or Tonypandy.
To toast Crane-Driver and his bride.
And raise a glass to Andy
It's he who keeps us coming here
To him a debt we're owing.
He books the site, he books the 'Acts'
He keeps the be-er flowing.

For long as salt is in the sea.
Long as my hair keeps growing (o.k. poetic licence, it's in the original)
Long as my heart beats in my breast
To Miskin I'll be going.
It is a small but friendly fest.
And we all love it dearly.
That's why so many of 'The Best'
Insist on coming yearly

So once more we'll sup our ale
And raise our voices higher
Once snug inside old Miskin Mill
Around that old log fire.


Nigel Parsons 14/3/06