f15 ORCH Artecent: Calypso, Llanfairpwll..., Ophicleide
The ophicleide burbles on, the root, the fifth, the root
The music of the calypso starts the crowd's feet tapping
I don't know this instrument but I know what I like.
The Welsh say they like the unusual,
The quirky, the traditional words
And instruments even, from ages
When innovation was not fearful,
But the innovation has been forgotten.
We're all gathered here for the music
At Saint Mary's Church in the hollow of the white hazel,
Near a rapid whirlpool where we lost the bassoonist;
Next door, the Church of St. Tysilio of the red cave
Is offering refreshments and leaflets
To the audience members and the musicians
And as the dance comes to a climax we all sing together.
All hail, our home by the growling whirlpool,
The village with flair!
And the village responds:
Thanks, pals, and a valiant effort
Come by the Joneses' place
For lemonade after the show.
We all had a lovely time, though the lemonade was overpriced.
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