Welsh Journals

As he was only eight they bound him over, On condition that he always kept the peace He was good as gold until the next October, When he cut both ears from off of Ieuan Rees But he was a little headstrong after Borstal Though I must admit it gave him certain poise Perhaps I'd been inclined to sort of spoil him, But he didn't like them other common boys. He was delicate and sensitive and nervy as a mouse Loving disposition always sweet. But they're hanging our Willie on the Tuesday and they've clubbed up for a wreath from our street I'm bringing home the body on the 'leven fifty five, On the Wednesday; there's a party Tuesday night My brother's sister Olwen's taking me around, I'll wear my black organdie trimmed with white. I sometimes wonder IF our Willie done it The Judge was dead against him from the start And even if he poisoned her and cut off both her legs She was nothing but a common little tart. The lawyer that defended him was really rather kind, And you'd have thought from all the things he said A Coronation Medal they'd be giving our Willie, Instead of which our Willie'll soon be dead! P.T.O.