Raise Your Mug to Gwynedd
Copyright 1992 by John A Jordan II

Well raise your mug to Gwynedd,
But best not raise your sword,
For I'd rather be buggered by all of Rome,
Than fight the Gwynedd horde!

They do not fear to much,
And certainly not to die,
But God forbid the worst occurs,
And all their kegs run dry!

     (Chorus)
    Oh I won't say their destructive,
    But when Gwynedd comes to town,
    Hide yer booze, lock up yer wife,
    And nail yer livestock down!
    Yeah! Hide yer booze, lock up yer wife,
    And nail yer livestock down!

They're rowdy and they're drunken,
And for fashion they've no turn,
But better to look like a vomitus mass,
Than fight like a Pentwyvern.

The Scots say bugger the English,
And the English say bugger the Welsh,
And Gwynedd says bugger the sheep,
And to Hell with anything else!

     (Chorus)

The Devil went to Gwynedd,
And he left in just his drawers,
And I don't know just what happened,
But he don't go there no more.

The Church sent them a priest,
For to save all of their souls,
But they traded him for a keg of ale,
And I guess that's how it goes!

     (Final Chorus)

Explanatory note:  Gwynedd is a household.  Pentwyvern's another.  We don't like each other.