Taffy voted Leave

Taffy Voted Leave

Taffy is a Welshman,
Taffy is no thief.
UKIP came to Taffy's house
and stole all true belief

Taffy made no protest,
for he doesn't like a row,
Neil Hamilton called on him again
and stole the bloody cow.

UKIP stole his tolerance
they stole his conscience too.
They even stole his language
and flushed it down the loo.

Taffy is a Welshman,
Taffy is a fool.
Taffy voted UKIP
when we offered him the truth

And now the hope is closing down
and the EU had its day,
Taffy still lives upon his knees,
for he knows no other way.

We have racists and deniers

and a communication director too,

who does not know the difference

between the alt right and the few.

And now in far Llanelli

The language is attacked

by a tweeting Labour Councillor,

using a EDL vile tract

Now sometimes UKIPs members
will start a row or so,
but you can bank on Taffy:
he still knows not what to do

Taffy is a Welshman
who likes to be oppressed.
He was proud to tug his forelock
to Mark Reckless as a guest.

They give him tinsel royals,
so he now blames the dispossessed
and sings God Bless Nigel Farage
as he blames the irefugee at rest

He's fought the wide world over,
he's given blood and bone.
He's fought for every bloody cause
except his bloody own.

Taffy is a Welshman - Alun Rees
Alun Rees wrote this poem in response to the anti-Welsh 18th Century nursery rhyme: "Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief, Taffy came to my house and stole a piece of beef".

TAFFY IS A WELSHMAN

Taffy is a Welshman,
Taffy is no thief.
Someone came to Taffy's house
and stole a leg of beef.

Taffy made no protest,
for he doesn't like a row,
so the someone called on him again
and stole the bloody cow.

They stole his coal and iron,
they stole his pastures, too.
They even stole his language
and flushed it down the loo.

Taffy is a Welshman,
Taffy is a fool.
Taffy voted no, no, no
when they offered him home rule.

Six days a week upon his knees
Taffy dug for coal.
On the seventh he was kneeling, too,
praying for his soul.

And now the mines are closing down
and chapel's had its day,
Taffy still lives upon his knees,
for he knows no other way.

Now sometimes Taffy's brother
will start a row or so,
but you can bank on Taffy:
he doesn't want to know.

For when they hanged Penderyn
he had nothing much to say,
and when Saunders Lewis went to jail
he looked the other way.

Taffy is a Welshman
who likes to be oppressed.
He was proud to tug his forelock
to a Crawshay or a Guest.

They give him tinsel royals,
so he has a pint of beer,
and sings God Bless the Prince of Wales
as he joins the mob to cheer.

Now Taffy is a fighter
when he hears the bugle call.
Name any war since Agincourt:
Taffy's seen them all.

He's fought in France and Germany
and many another land;
he's fought by sea and fought by air
and fought on desert sand.

He's fought for many a foreign flag
in many a foreign part,
for Taffy is a Welshman,
proud of his fighting heart.

He's fought the wide world over,
he's given blood and bone.
He's fought for every bloody cause
except his bloody own.