HARRI WEBB

Local Boy Makes Good

When Christ was born on Dowlais Top

The ironworks were all on stop,

The money wasn't coming in,

But there was no room at the Half Moon Inn.

The shepherds came from Twyn y Waun

And three kings by the Merthyr and Brecon Line,

The star shone over Brecon's ridge

And the angels sang on Rhymney bridge.

When Christ turned water into stout

A lot of people were most put out

And wrote letters to the paper

Protesting at such a wicked caper.

When Christ fed the unemployed

The authorities were most anoyed;

He hadn't gone through the proper channels,

Said the public men on the boards and panels.

When Christ walked on Swansea Bay

The people looked the other way

And murmured, this is not at all

The sort of thing that suits Porthcawl.

When Christ preached a sermon on Kilvey Hill
He'd have dropped dead if looks could kill

And as they listened to beatitudes

They sniffed with scorn and muttered platitudes!

When Christ was hanged in Cardiff jail

Good riddance, said the Western Mail

But, daro, weren't all their faces red

When he came to judge the quick and the dead.