when dai made love to bloddwyn,
t'was a painful strain,
but he battled onward,
through agony and pain.

sorrry bout that darling,
for rushing with my urging,
i would've took my time,
if i knew you were a ******.

don't worry bout it sweetheart,
as she turned the lights off,
if iknew you had more time,
i would've took my tights off.

religeous rulers point the way,
prophets promise glory day,
we selected you to stand,
die for power, greed, and land,
heaven waits with golden gates,
eternity and peace awaits.

prime minister, or president,
never go where you get sent,
politicians telling lies,
young men dream thro rambo eyes,
fight for country, king or queen,
blood on your hands,  mine are clean.

misled martyrs, fighting wars,
greedy leaders selfish cause,
soldiers bleed on foriegn  sand,
frontline battles cowards planned,
no turkey this year wrapped in foil,
fight for freedom....or is it oil?

eighteen fifty industry,
men, women, children scarred,
ovens spewing sparks of death,
soulful welshmen charred.

greed of evolution,
marches on and treads,
upon the hungry townfolk,
that seldom see their beds.

ironmasters morals,
swilling in the smoke,
furnace fire bellows,
valley people choke.

ancestors bore hardship,
in days of horse and cart,
and modelled us to what we are....
welsh, proud, with homely hearts.