Dogs Eyes Owl Meat and Man Chop

A furnace bellowed from the range
 To scorch the winters chill
 And the Spirit of Cyndyllan
 Who hailed from Grongar Hill
 True west he strode, through Cilsane Ford
 Down by the water mill
 For a pint then, at the Ship in Laugharne
 Two thousand years to kill
 He's got two thousand years to kill
 Dogs-Eyes, Owl Meat and Man-Chop
 Half an ounce of shag, and a pint of Buckleys Top
 Bible black, Captain Cat, where time and tide stand still
 Like the Ghosts of Aberglasney, the mists of Grongar Hill
 The mists of Grongar Hill
 From Carreg-Cennen Castle to Paxton Tower Hill
 In fields all by the Roman roads
 The scene of bad blood spilled
 From Twm o'r Gof to Golden Grove
 And through the Towy Vale
 Flows the lifeblood of the county
 A shade of Nut-brown ale, a shade of Nut-brown ale
 Dogs-Eyes, Owl Meat and Man-Chop
 Dress them for the window, then splice them on the block
 Bible black, Captain Cat, enjoy and drink your fill
 To the Ghosts of Aberglasney, the mists of Grongar Hill
 The mists of Grongar Hill
 Merlins seat lies empty, it's written in the gaol
 If the old oak tree is severed, this town be doomed to fail
 Latter day invaders come, build homes devoid of charm
 "There's bugger all" cried Dylan
 "I'll linger down in Laugharne
 I'll linger down in Laugharne"