Mari Lwyd

We have arrived, we bring your kith and kin. And none too soon, given the state your house is in. So grant us entry - give us meat and ale, And maybe next year your loaves won't be so stale. Maybe we will, you see we have the room, And if it's too llychlyd let me get you a broom. As for our table, try harder to be fed. Your attempts at wit are staler than our bread. Mari Lwyd! Come, Mari Lwyd! Bestow your blessing for all the rolling year! The stroke of midnight is quickly drawing near. We'll hold a feasting that all the Gods will hear! Your flytes are wounding, your words cut us so deep. It's not surprising given the company you keep. So, make us croeso - us and our noble steed, We'll bring the lwc dda that you so clearly need. Your rhymes are clever, this cannot be denied, Even if you smell like something in your pants has died. You have us beaten - it's time to let you in! Now cross the threshold and let the gwledd begin! Mari Lwyd! Come, Mari Lwyd! Bestow your blessing for all the rolling year! The stroke of midnight is quickly drawing near. We'll hold a feasting that all the Gods will hear! Mari Lwyd! Come, Mari Lwyd! Bestow your blessing for all the rolling year! The stroke of midnight is quickly drawing near. We'll hold a feasting that all the Gods will hear!