I cried last night As watched the numbers rise I held my breath Tears flowed from my eyes Will they ever know Those that live within How hard we’ve fought This almighty battle to win The tiny snowdrop The yellow of our national flower The Betting Stand The magnificent Bailiff’s Tower The dark green moss On the surrounding walls The bats that fly A cacophony of calls Of all the birds Who have found their home Who watch from high As we freely roam Whose land is this? What is its fate? Three against five The most powerful eight Voting away Its rights and protections Thousands who care Scream out their objections Together we’re strong We’ll fight the good fight Our noise is deafening They’ll hear us alright Those men in big houses Who came to survey Can all go to hell They're not having their way This land is ours It belongs to us all The tiniest fungi Ancient trees so tall A place to just be peace and tranquillity The beach and the meadow Intertwined with history The wrongs will be righted This is our land We will protect you Our Penrhos will stand I humbly thank you For every penny you give Will bring a new dawn So Penrhos can live.
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