For those who weren't at the survivor's session this afternoon, here are the lyrics to Miskin at Easter as I meant to sing them. The song is based on John Jacob Niles' Venezuela and not, as you might think from the title, on Dancing at Whitsun. (Perhaps somebody should do "The folkies go miskin' at Easter").

MISKIN AT EASTER
(Vaughan Hully)

I met her in Miskin at Easter
With a tankard in her hand.
What was her name? She didn't say
But I knew she'd do to spend the day
Singing songs in Miskin at Easter.
Singing songs in Miskin at Easter.

She sang a song, a song with lyrics quite blue
A song with lyrics quite blue.
Because she knew what she could do
With all the tricks I knew that she knew
For singing songs in Miskin at Easter.
For singing songs in Miskin at Easter.

Last night in the bar, the singing went on and on
The singing went on and on.
And I was having a chat with Ron
When I turned round, she was gone
Gone away from Miskin at Easter.
Gone away from Miskin at Easter.

Her lingo was strange, but the sound of her beautiful voice,
The sound of her beautiful voice.
Will haunt me and taunt me, and give me no choice
I must find that girl from the land of Max Boyce
Maybe next year in Miskin at Easter,
Maybe next year in Miskin at Easter,

In line 1 the first syllable of Easter is decorated, and at the end of each verse the first syllable of Miskin is decorated. For those who are curious, verse 3 is almost entirely factual; the rest is a mixture of pure truth, embroidered truth and fantasy. But I ain't saying which is which!

WassaiL! V

(PS - any chance of a singable Welsh translation, Nigel?!?)