W 's a Welsh babe. Don't look at her hat!Though it's shaped like a witch's, she's nothing of that!She trips off to market, too keen to be late,And she sings once a year at a strange sort of fête!
W 's a Welsh babe. Don't look at her hat!Though it's shaped like a witch's, she's nothing of that!She trips off to market, too keen to be late,And she sings once a year at a strange sort of fête!
W 's a Welsh babe. Don't look at her hat!Though it's shaped like a witch's, she's nothing of that!She trips off to market, too keen to be late,And she sings once a year at a strange sort of fête!
W 's a Welsh babe. Don't look at her hat!
Though it's shaped like a witch's, she's nothing of that!
She trips off to market, too keen to be late,
And she sings once a year at a strange sort of fête!