They say that if Wales, was carefully flattened out
It would be larger than England, without any doubt
And though its larger populace, is of ovine descent
The people are strong as oxen, from lady to gent

Their voices ring out, in harmonious accord
Of music so sweet, which is worldly adored
The harpists of Wales, accompany this sweet song
Whilst the harpies(1) of England, string them along

Now i am an Englishwoman, and have learn't one good thing
From history books, and Welsh folk, whom smile as they sing
That they are a people, both hardy, and true
Their freedom from Parliamentary bias, is long overdue

For centuries the Welsh, have been wanting reform
Whilst Parliament ignores them, and kicks up a storm
My message is simple, and straight to the fore
There is little reason for England, to rule anymore

To deny the Welsh their language, far older than our tongue
Is ignorance to the extreme, and terribly wrong
They should be free to decide, from now on, for themselves
Yet their demands remain cobwebbed, on Parliamentary shelves

I can only apologise, as i hang my head in shame
That the Welsh have been victims, of a political game
It is surely time to change things, as the millennium nears its end
That Wales should be independent, with England, as a close
                                                               and loyal friend

by Jemia