to the Welsh who like a funny song 
this year I shout to give invitation 
maybe quite famous people 
will be full angry enough to kill me 
well lads come here swiftly 
as a quite gentle crowd on the land 
I’ll tell you the story of the market 
if you insist on hearing it clearly 
well you never heard anything like it 
 
quickly on Saturday morning 
everyone was in their shrewd fashion, 
excitedly to Caernarfon market 
they thronged, they came neatly 
Ann came there to sell buttermilk  
and Mal with her butter and curd 
and Dolly the quack’s daughter with the cockles 
and Tomos to sell barley flour 
well you never heard anything like it 
 
there were tailors from Bangor there 
and shoemakers from Llannerch-y-Medd 
and mat makers (?) from Newborough walking 
to be seen as numerous as nits 
if you only heard the shouting – ‘Nefyn beef!’ 
Robin and the old speckled female mule 
were by the castle keeping noise -  
´´come here, you can have twenty for six’’ 
well you never heard anything like it 
 
there was a lot of hubbub and talking 
to be seen around the pig market 
Irish and English murmuring 
and the sows grunting loudly 
Huw Morris fell from the gravelly shore 
like a sandwich, and Ifan the farm hand 
on the back of Tomos Hughes from Brynsiencyn 
whilst running with the pig through the square 
well you never heard anything like it 
 
there were quarrymen and farmers there 
and hatters and potters like a fair 
some were selling geese and rabbits 
and others ducks and chickens 
and some selling pears and apples 
and others taking bitterly 
if you saw Richard the butcher 
when he lost a quarter of meat 
well you never heard anything like it 
 
there were bad ones there for robbing 
by the words of Rebecca Tai Bach 
and old man from Beddgelert 
lost his basket, his jacket and his sack 
whilst listening to Dic Dywyll singing 
Sian Roberts suffered a cruel loss 
she lost her pennyworth of snuff 
this made her swear ungracefully  
well you never heard anything like it 
 
adjacent to the court of the Boot there was a battle 
never had there been such a war 
Sion Catrin fell into the gutter 
and Hugh the drummer sprained his foot 
I heard Judy Logan’s sister 
giving Will ‘the old britches’ a battering 
but after all the trouble had passed 
they were arse-frolicking all night 
well you never heard anything like it 
 
but on the earthen bridge in a tavern 
when it was getting near nightfall 
I heard that Huw the rhymer 
and Dafydd Sion Gruffydd were enemies 
both had fallen in a terrible fancy 
with old pink Bessy 
as they couldn’t get no-one on their journey 
who could play the old wink as good 
well you never heard anything like it 
 
but as it was getting later 
people’s grain were crossing even more 
I heard some fool in the Pendeits 
fighting with Guto the mason 
both had broken their teetotal 
fisting and raving in an ugly manner 
they were taken to the cells 
for having shown their true ways 
well you never heard anything like it