Caernarfon

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...