The Town where I was born and grew up in. |
CAERNARFON The town of Caernarfon’ has changed indeed, Not for the better’ nor for the need, The town had a character’ in them old days, Now sadly lost in so many ways. How well I remember the town as it were, A friendly community where people would care, Where everybody knew each other very well, No locks on the door, no need for a bell. Corona selling drinks with a horse and cart, Odd-field carting coal from his penllyn-yard, L.M.S delivering parcels with two heavy horses, A milk horse trots by with polished brasses. Horses were everywhere, When I was a boy, Rhubarb was plentiful, Its cake was a joy. Remember Ned-moc’ when he had a drink, He stood on his head’ and started to sing, And old Wil-nap’ a likeable rogue, A pint he could get from any bloke, Remember Mons-bevan’ old salt was he, Always wore wellies’ in the Anglesey, (inn) And old Robert Owen- (D.C.M) A diehard’ soldier’ the legion his den. Many a story we heard of him, Everybody knew him, as ‘Robert-jack gin, The bugle has blown for dear old friend, Tactful and friendly, right up to the end, Wherever he’s gone to, He’ll be a good host, Where they’ll play the Reveille, And not the last post... |