Better Out than In

I can no longer do it, 

I'm sorry and all that old boy 

but your Kingdom has passed its sell by date

I can no longer stand in queues and empty pews

your time has come and gone 

and like Canute we are ordering ourselves oot!

because he was called Cunedda in our day.

Your Royalty and your Westminster are getting up our trwyn

the stale stench of austerity and inequality

is not what we are meant to be.

You catch a cold and we get the bloody flue. 

We are not a Principality 

We are not a country the size of Wales.

This is Cymru butt

And we are better out than in!