Revised tale of Labour

Two proud valleys called the Rhondda

Merthyr Tydfil rang with renown

They put their trust in what they had

But the smell of power let them down.

One hundred years of Labour

A boon to the working man

to climb the social ladder

as high and as far as he can.

No longer to live in the valley

When London makes its call

Get out, get on, get up there,

Go and have a ball.

Pretend to be a socialist

So long as you are there,

Your real reason being

To become a millionaire

No more the council house for you,

No more the valley floor.

Buy a property in London,

Or three or four or more.

But I'm real Welsh, he says,

Valley born & bred.

Just listen to my accent, 

It won't go to my head.

Ask me my opinion

On anything in Wales,

I'm a fan of Cardiff City

And can tell you rugby tales.

Don't ask about the Senedd

For us it's just not right,

I think it's great for Scotland mind

For them the future's bright.

Wild Wales it's been a struggle

It's been a long long road, 

Two thousand years of fighting,

An historic path bestrode.

Roman, Saxon, Viking, Norman,

They tried to bar our way,

But it was our inner strength

That helped us to hold sway.

The enemy without took rout,

but what about within,

A famous couple you may know

Who (k)nock and (k)nock and make a (d)in.

Though that was in the days gone by

before the referendum,

When the tide of change flowed down the docks

Next to our other millennium

Westminster governs us less and less

No longer the houses in London to buy

Cardiff is serving its purpose at last

The Taff not the Thames is the place to fly.

Cardiff rules only to a certain extent,

But laws are being passed here at last,

Nearly a thousand years we've waited for this,

A government here at the present, no longer a dream of the past.

So Carwyn you are now at the helm,

Show us just what you can do,

Can we trust you to bring us the bread

And perhaps some jam and butter too.

Cymru/Wales is relying on you.