Nothing quite like for raising the blood!
So follow me, follow me
Down to the Sea
There let them dump the glorious mud.
It's a gift from old England to Wales!
Don't believe them horrible tales.
Digging for glory at Hinkley Point C
Let's dump the mud in the Welsh sea.
It's only a bit radioactive, that's a fact
So don't get excited, don't act!
Let Cardiff Bay glow in the night
It will bring the tourists, the glorious sight!
The tides take it away from England, true
But that because dear Wales we love you!
If the fish die or the lava bread goes odd
Remember it's safe you silly old sod!
Them protesters have got everything wrong
So join your betters in this little song.
Don't believe them horrible tales.
Digging for glory at Hinkley Point C
Let's dump the mud in the Welsh sea.
It's only a bit radioactive, that's a fact
So don't get excited, don't act!
Let Cardiff Bay glow in the night
It will bring the tourists, the glorious sight!
The tides take it away from England, true
But that because dear Wales we love you!
If the fish die or the lava bread goes odd
Remember it's safe you silly old sod!
Them protesters have got everything wrong
So join your betters in this little song.
Mud, mud, glorious mud
Nothing quite like it for raising the blood!
So follow me, follow me
Down to the Sea
There let them dump the glorious mud.
Nothing quite like it for raising the blood!
So follow me, follow me
Down to the Sea
There let them dump the glorious mud.
© Phil Knight
Phil Knight is poet from Neath in South Wales. His poetry collection 'You Are Welcome To Wales" was published in 2015 by The Red Poets.
