Bore da! Here's a song I wrote when I first got back from my bike trip:To a rock and roll pulse(think Route 66 or J.B. Goode)

Livin' My Life In Wales

I want a Morris Minor pick-up and a Cardigan corgi dog A 2 up in Snowdonia where weather's just rain or fog I'll clean windows got my ladders, squeegees, sponges and pails Hell, I'd even take a job somewhere in retail sales But, I ain't gonna be livin' 'til I'm livin' my life in Wales

You know I love you baby and I'll write to ya now and then But I just got ta, got ta get back to my lovely little Llangollen Don't know what it was that fin'ly tipped the scales But suddenly it hit me like a bucket 'o nails I ain't gonna be livn' 'til I'm livin my life in Wales

'Til I'm livin my life in Wales Everything's snips and snails and puppy dog tails... Hey, what's that nursery rhyme doin' in this song? It ain't just a matter of when all else fails A simple coin toss callin' heads or tails I ain't gonna be livin' 'til I'm livin my life in Wales

Like any local culture there's things that you need to avoid Like sayin' Bett-see-coe-edd instead of Bett-ooos-uh-coyd From Holyhead to Cardiff, by Dolgellau way Fishguard, Aberystwyth up to Colwyn Bay I ain't gonna be happy 'til I'm livin my life... Find a wild welsh woman of my own for a wife Ain't gonna be livin' 'til I'm livin my life in Wales!

With great affection from a Welshophile Yank