The autumn rain is falling
    Like teardrops from my eyes
As I cannot help recalling
    With sobs and lingering sighs
Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch.­

The days are gone forever,
    The golden days of yore
When love was love forever,
    Yet love was never before
Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch­.

With rue my heart is laden;
    L'amour peut être amer.
No one, my rose-lipt maiden,
    Was e'er so fair as fair
Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch.