Folly Roger
a cutter came a crawling
in from a sailing day
and this heavy bark a bawling
up the fine palatial bay
a laddy sees a lady
as she jumps down from the stay
she were hollering and a hooting
she were a sight to see
Her voice could tame a tomcat
and her back a tigger too,
for she cut a fine figure
which struck the boys to blue
Yet this lad would not digress her,
though the boys were ...
Wednesday 31st March 2021 6:38 am
Mostly Welsh
I grew up in Wales
Around the Swansea docks
I walked beneath huge cargo ships
Held up with props and blocks
I was made in Wales
Around the southern ports
I watched the big ships dock
My family guessed my thoughts
I was mined in Wales
Near valleys black with slag
And closing pits and picket lines
With many a mine lodge flag
I was forged in Wales
...Tuesday 20th February 2018 1:49 pm
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