Boeth Boy - a Memory of Ynysboeth.

Boeth Boy

Dig for me a Boeth boy’s grave
Spare no sweat or time
Measure how I lived my life
Then build for me a shrine
Scroll on the slab of pure gold
I lived a Princely life
For I have gazed the richest prize
Touched their holy grail
I drank good health with merry men
Blue scars adorned their chests
From battles fought below the ground
Now wait their fatal breath
For in my mind they are the kings
I with a pauper’s soul
So lay them down in finest garb
Scroll their verse be told
Let it tell they feared naught
Cared only for their kin
Rest your heads forego the crown
The unsung kings of Wales

 Comments & Feedback

Wed Jul 4th 2018, at 5:38 pm
Here here they did have very hard lives. If only the youngsters of today would take a leaf out of their book.

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