Max Boyce – 9-3 Lyrics

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9-3 Lyrics

It was on a dark and dismal day
In a week that had seen rain
When all roads led to Stradey Park
With the All Blacks here again
They poured down from the valleys
They came from far and wide
There were 20, 000 in the ground
And me and Dai outside

The shops were closed like Sunday
And streets were silent still
And those that chose to stay away
Were either dead or ill
But those that went to Stradey, boys
Will remember ’til they diе
How New Zealand werе defeated
And how the pubs ran dry

Oh aye, the beer flowed at Stradey
Piped down from Felinfoel
And the hands that held the glasses high
Were strong from steel and coal
And the air was filled with singing
And I saw a grown man cry –
Not because we’d won
But because the pubs ran dry!

Then dawned the morning after
On empty factories
But we were still at Stradey –
Bloodshot absentees
But we all had doctor’s papers
And they all said just the same
That we all had scarlet fever
And we caught it at the game

Now all the little babies
In Llanelli from now on
Will be christened Roy or Carwyn
Derek, Delme, Phil or John
And in a hundred years
They’ll sing this song for me
Of when the scoreboard read
Llanelli 9, Seland Newydd 3

And when I’m old, and my hair turns grey
And they put me in a chair
I’ll tell my great-grandchildren
That their Tad-cu, was there
And they’ll ask to hear the story
Of that damp October day
When I went down to Stradey
And I saw the Scarlets play