St. Davids Day in Wales

There were three jovial Welshmen,
As I have heard men say,
And they would go a-hunting
Upon St. David's Day.

All the day they hunted
And nothing could they find,
But a ship a-sailing,
A-sailing with the wind.

One said it was a ship,
The other he said, Nay;
The third said it was a house,
With the chimney blown away.

And all the night they hunted
And nothing could they find,
But the moon a-gliding,
A-gliding with the wind.

One said it was the moon,
The other he said, Nay;
The third said it was a cheese,
And half of it cut away.
And all the night they hunted
And nothing could they find,
But a hedgehog in a bramble bush,
And that they left behind.

The first said it was a hedgehog,
The second he said, Nay;
The third said it was a pincushion,
And the pins stuck in wrong way.

And all the night they hunted
And nothing could they find,
But a hare in a turnip field,
And that they left behind.

The first said it was a hare,
The second he said, Nay;
The third said it was a calf,
And the cow had run away.

And all the night they hunted
And nothing could they find,
But an owl in a holly tree,
And that they left behind.



One said it was an owl,
The other he said, Nay;
The third said 'twas an old man,
And his beard growing grey.

And all the night they hunted
And nothing could they find,
But a hedgehog in a bramble bush,
And that they left behind.

The first said it was a hedgehog,
The second he said, Nay;
The third said it was a pincushion,
And the pins stuck in wrong way.

And all the night they hunted
And nothing could they find,
But a hare in a turnip field,
And that they left behind.

The first said it was a hare,
The second he said, Nay;
The third said it was a calf,
And the cow had run away.

And all the night they hunted
And nothing could they find,
But an owl in a holly tree,
And that they left behind.


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A well-known song, dating from at least 1613.

http://ingeb.org/songs/therewth.html

His last words: "Be steadfast, brothers, and do the little things".

Walter--

I like that. Those "little things" can be savage when neglected.

Isn't St. David the guy who accidentally stabbed his staff through a Pagan King's foot whilst performing some baptising ceremony on him and luckily got away with it because the King thought it was a part of the ceremony?

That picture is a tad bit creepy.

pixie dust?

They all look creepy if you ask me. I'm thinking it's bad artists.

In life, it's often the "little things" that end up being most important.

For want of a nail,
The shoe was lost.
For want of a shoe,
A horse was lost.
For want of a horse,
A rider was lost.
For want of a rider,
A battle was lost.
For want of a battle,
A kingdom was lost.

And all for the want
of a horseshoe nail.