(from 2016)
As readers here know,
while respecting local identity and culture, I don’t do national anthems.
However, there has been a lot of recent interest in rugby this side of the pond.
And - for a day or so, England was out of the World Cup and Wales was still in!
So someone sent me a phonetic version of the Welsh National Anthem. It was
reportedly used by supporters who - shame, shame - don’t actually know a word
of Welsh. It was written by a Welsh poet from Swansea with a good sense of
humor - and this is the slightly cleaned up version.
My hen laid a
haddock, one hand oiled a flea,
Glad barks and
centurions threw dogs in the sea,
My guru asked
Elvis and brandish Dan’s flan,
Don’s muddy bog’s
blocked up with sand.
Dad! Dad! Why
don’t you oil Auntie Glad?
Can oars appear on
beer bottle pies?
O butter the hens
as they fly.
Devotees of
British “culture” and gaffs will remember how not knowing the actual Welsh
words harmed the career of a British politician, John Redwood, many moons ago.
Appointed as Secretary of State of Wales, he attended some function when they
played the national anthem, about which he was obviously clueless, and he
desperately tried to mouth along, hoping that no-one would notice. Alas for
him, the cameras focussed right up to his mouth and stayed there, and it was a
delight on national news for several days.
Yup - my hen laid
a haddock indeed.
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