My young love said to me, "Are you sure you don't mind
If I'm gone for the weekend, and you're left behind?"
Then she threw her arms round me, and this she did say,
"It will not be long, love. I'll be back on Sunday."

Then she got in the mini, and she drove to Llanfair,
To meet all the 'Catters who were gathering there.
They sang and they drank, and they ate lots of cake
And at three in the morning they were all still awake.

Last night I lay sleeping. My mobile it rang.
And proudly she told me the songs that she sang.
"I'm not coming home love," she to me did say
"I'm off to see Micca at the Getaway."