I thought I’d better do something Welsh for St David’s Day and what could be more Cymreig than an album of rugby songs? Released in 1968 by a presumably long-defunct record label, Sportsdisc, ‘The Welsh Sing Rugby Songs” was a gift from my wonderful cousin. According to Harry Morgan’s sleeve notes, the “intention all along has been to put on record Rugger songs exactly as they are sung by players the world over.”
I’m going to have to ask my Mum if this is really what they sang at Rodney Road in the 1950s and ’60s, because with the exception of Sospan Bach and Calon Lan there’s none of the twenty-first century staples like Bread of Heaven or Delilah (although Tom Jones only released it in 1968 to be fair). Instead, to the piano accompaniment of ‘Fingers Llewellyn’ (honest), it’s full of the kind of music-hall stuff my Dad learned from my Granddad. Here’s a taster:
My God How the Money Rolls In (sung to the tune of My Bonnie Lies Over The Ocean)
My father makes book on the corner,
My mother makes illicit gin,
My sister sells kisses to sailors,
My God how the money rolls in.
Dydd Gwyl Dewi Hapus!