Harri Webb (Rampage & Revel) 'Guto Nyth Bran'

HARRI WEBB.

Rampage & Revel

Guto Nyth Bran

He was born on the mountain, he breathed its pure air

And nourished his frame on the good mountain fare

And in all our proud country there was no one who ran

Who could ever catch up with Bold Guto Nyth Bran.

Chorus: Make way on the mountain, make way down below

For one who runs swifter than strong winds that blow,

Give a cheer as he passes and catch him who can

For the fastest of runners is Guto Nyth Bran.

High over the Rhondda the farmstead is seen

Where Guto kept sheep on the hillside so green,

He needed no sheepdog, now beat this who can,

He outran all his flock, did fleet Guto Nyth Bran.

Chorus: Make way etc.

From Wales and wide England the challengers came

To the valleys all drawn by his peerless fame

But however they laboured, all comers he'd tan

They hadn't a hope against Guto Nyth Bran.

Chorus: Make way etc.

Twelve miles in an hour, seven minutes to spare,

From Bedwas to Newport, not turning a hair

And back as a winner according to plan

Was just one of the races of Guto Nyth Bran.

Chorus: Make way etc.

At the end of the race, his fair sweetheart, tis said,

Kissed Guto all breathless, and our hero fell dead,

So heed what I tell you, each young sporting man

And be warned by the fare of poor Guto Nyth Bran.

Chorus: Make way etc.

He died long ago and two centuries have gone

Since he ran his last race but his legend lives on,

And still at Llanwynno his gravestone we scan

And at Brynffynnon Inn drink to Guto Nyth Bran.

Chorus: Make way on the mountain, make way down below

For one who runs swifter than strong winds that blow,

Give a cheer as he passes and catch him who can

For the fastest of runners is Guto Nyth Bran.