Days of yore

Days of yore

Friends gathering together’ As one has passed away,

He will always be remembered’ for his wild and fiery way,

Partners we were at one time’ in days of youth and vim,

Up to little mischief’s’ often for a whim.



We played knock doors’ rang some bells,

Quickly fled’ to the chorus of yells,

That was a prelude of things to come,

We took to poaching’ we had to run,

We swam over rivers’ ran over brooks,

Bailiffs behind us calling us crooks.



We ran together’ through rushes and fern,

Leapt over hedges’ with little concern,

We didn’t mind’ we were having fun,

Bailiffs gave up’ couldn’t keep with the run,

So farewell my friend’ we’ve come a long way,

As tide waits for no one’ and time holds sway.



You have gone to join them’ they that have gone before,

Friends and old partners’ who ran in days of yore,

Sammy!  You’ll meet Emrys Ellis’ Dafydd India’ you’ll see as well,

Robat Cwli’ and Dafydd Owen’ you will all have stories to tell,

Tell them how it is down here’ how we don’t run any more,

We are a bit passed it’ they’ll  know the score,



I wonder’ how the gang is up there’ Is there anything for them to do,

Where there’s no need for bailiffs’ where the salmon’ are as free as you,

Tell them of the rest of the boys’ how we’ve have yet to come,

We’re only drinking beer down here’ Still’ we’re having fun,

We talk about the old times’ how we hid’ when we were sought,

How many times we got away’ and times’ we were caught.



Gruff Wacs’ and myself’ our time will sometime come,

I hope not for along time’ looking back’ we’ve ‘had fun...