f15 ORCH Artecent: Calypso, Llanfairpwll..., Ophicleide


Lit and music teacher from America, but in Asia

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,

Bless Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch,

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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