DUST-UP FOR THE CUP
by
Monty Wells

I'm going back a few years now,
In fact to days of old.
When all was well in this fair land,
And all the knights were bold

I'd like then to relate to you
One of the minstrels tales
About the serfs and Barons
Who lived down there in Wales

It seems there was great rivalry
Among the Lords and like
About who had the strongest serfs
And many a bet they'd strike

And so they had a tournament
These vassals of the Lords
Though they were armed with sledgehammers
Not lances nor with swords

This sport, held in a quarry
And timed against the clocks
To see which team could make most sand
By smashing up the rocks

And peasants near and peasants far
O'er hill and vale would travel
To see their local team of serfs
Pound boulders into gravel

But sometimes fans got angry
And murmured in disgust
They couldn't pick their own team out
Such were the clouds of dust

So the Lords all got together
And spurning family crest
Put initials of their home town
On each team members vest

Lord Carmarthon had a large 'C'
Llanelly had two 'L's
Merthyr Tidfil had M.T.
B.W. Builth Wells

When rock bashing season ended
Merthyr Tidfil were the dons
They'd won the league also the cup
They'd smashed five hundred tons

Indeed they were the champions
A record proud and grand
And gave rise to the saying
"M.T. vassals make most sand.