PUBS AND BARMAIDS.
The publican's daughter Myfanwy
Smiled sweetly at me and said "Can we"
I tried to say no, but the words wouldn't flow
Now the landlord has said that he'll ban me.
Her sister, who brought me the news
Eased her bra when she slipped off her shoes
Though I tried hard to fight, she stayed overnight
For what happened I have no excuse.
Their mother, a lady called Rose
Called next evening, to chide I suppose
But despite what she said, she jumped in my bed
And stayed with me "Ar hyd y nos"
Now if all this had happened to "YAR"
Or "THE KNOCK", maybe one could say par
But I feel such a fool 'cos the publican's rule
Won't allow me to drink at his bar.
But, concluding my sad little tale
I've managed to purchase my ale
At an excellent pub, with wonderful grub
And a beautiful barmaid named Gail.
Alan Parry-Booth 7.6.14.
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