Here's a nod to the Celts among us ...

Today being 1st. March is St. David's day. I am moved to post this rendition of Cwm Rhondda:



For those who don't quite catch the words, the translation is as follows:

Clementine

In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner forty-niner,
And his daughter Clementine.

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine!
Thou art lost and gone forever;
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.

Light she was and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxes, without topses,
Sandals were for Clementine.

Oh my darling, oh my darling …

Drove she ducklings to the water
Every morning just at nine.
Caught her foot against a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine.

Oh my darling, oh my darling …

Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles, soft and fine,
But, alas, I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine.

Oh my darling, oh my darling …

How I missed her! How I missed her,
How I missed my Clementine,
But I kissed her little sister,
I forgot my Clementine.

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine!
Thou art lost and gone forever;
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.

Shall we kick of with this next Friday?
I promise, it works. Don't forget the harmonies and counterpoint in the bass.

(My sincere apologies to those Christians of Welsh descent who understand the faith and the language better than I ever will!)