THE
DRAGON RALLY
1966

SONG SHEET

compiled by
Bill Hume
(Conway & District M.C.C. & The Vintage Motor Cycle Club)

The Conway Club would like to thank
BSA
MOTOR CYCLES LTD.
for their great generosity in bearing the cost
of having this publication printed

The Conway & District Motor Cycle Club


Dear Motor Cyclist,
Welcome once again to the Dragon Rally, this the fifth in the series. As the President of the Conway Club it gives me the greatest possible pleasure to see so many people so enthusiastic about motor cycles that they are eager and willing to battle the roughest of rough weather every year merely-but is merely the word ?-for the sake of a ride out to meet others of the same breed. When I see the ranks and rows of tents, the grinning brigade of lads-and lasses- and the polished-and unpolished!-machines all together in this one spot, it makes me laugh for I think of those idiots who murmur about the decadence of the British. British? We must never forget out European friends from Germany, France and elsewhere. A thousands welcomes to Wales to you all.
"Pip" HARRIS, President.

To all Dragonists-Greeting!
Your bowl of soup and your tin medal await you. Come and get them. You should haNe earned them by the time they are pushed into your grubby paws!
As Chairman of the greatest club in Britain, may I endorse what our President has said? I may? Good. It is endorsed.
You come, you have a good time and you go away again with memories of a good time-we hope-and in such a get-together as the Dragon Rally, even a hard time is surely a good one for I know that such trips are amongst the fondest memories of motor cyclists. Rough when they occur but great to recall over a pint. But you will probably give no thought to the tremendous amount of graft put in by the Conway Bunch-the lady-folk who sweat all day over the soup, the Secretarial work and organisation so gamely done by Lawrence Irving and his helpers, the hard work preparing the site by the Club Members, the Song Sheet prepared by Bill Hume, the Marshalling done again by the Club with able assistance by assorted members of other organisations notably the 59 Club, the Service prepared by our Rev. Bill Shergold, the wood that has to be found to make a respectable camp-fire and so on and so on and so on. But-let me niggle just a little-why the blazes should we have to go around picking up the junk you drop without a thought? Haven't we done enough work? Cart it off with you you idle swabs. Niggle over.
Again, I must personally thank the Editor and Staff of the Motor cycle; without them it would be so much more difficult, Messrs. B.S.A. for the Song Sheet, there simply wouldn't be one without them; and Bill Thacker who so generously and gratuiously renders his professional services as a first-rate artist to help us.
What else? Ah yes" The Dragon Rally is for motor-cyclists. We will strain and stretch many points in this event-but we will not welcome those of you who cheat and come down by car or van. This is too easy-and this rally is for real motor cyclists. You will not get past the gates unless your trip has been by motor cycle, with or without a sidecar. So you have been warned once and for all. Out!
Have a great ride to Llyn Padarn.
Yours,
Tom "TIGER" ROBERTS,
Chairman, Conway & D.M.C.


INDEX




1. SONG OF THE DRAGON MEN.

Hear! The sound in valleys ringing
With the motors' raucous singing,
As again machines are winging
Onward into Wales!
Wide the throttle — engine's growling
Mingling with the wild wind's howling.
It echoes from the grey crags scowling
On the way to Wales.

Onward to the meeting!
Warm will be the greeting!
Let it blow! Come sleet! Come snow!
Who cares a damn about the winter weather?
Swiftly, smoothly, wheels are turning.
To our fore a beacon's burning.
Down remembered roads returning.
Dragons into Wales!

Let who dare not, stay behind us
Crouched by firesides: they'll not find us.
Warmth and comfort do not bind us.
Call us then insane!
Hillsides whisper — we can't dally.
Hear the sound sweep down the valley!
Wheels to Wales! Wheels to the Rally!
Hear the call again!

Through the winter snow, men!
Dragons all! We go men!
Let it blow! Come sleet! Come snow!
Who cares a damn about the winter weather?
Wild as wind the mountains seeking
From the towns where smoke hangs reeking
Cymru calls us! Hear her speaking!
We will meet again.

Bill Hume and Ron Miller

2. DID YOU EVER SEE?
See 1968 report

3. THE SONG OF THE ELEPHANT MEN (to the tune of "High Barbaree")
See 1968 report

4. THE BIG ROCK CANDY MOUNTAIN

On a summer's day in the month of May a burly bum came hiking
Down a shady lane by the sugar cane; he was looking for his liking.
He sang a song of a land so gay, a land of milk and honey.
Where a bum can stay for many a day and you don't need any money.

	Oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees
	And the soda water fountains
	Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
	In the Big Rock Candy Mountain.

In that Big Rock Candy Mountain all the cops have wooden legs,
The bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft boiled eggs,
The farmer's trees are full of fruit. Their barns are full of hay.
I want to go where there ain't no snow
And the sleet don't fall and the wind don't blow
And a bum can sleep all day.

In that Big Rock Candy Mountain you never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol come trickling down the rocks;
The shacks all have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind,
There's a lake of stew and of whisky too,
You can paddle around in a big canoe
In that Big Rock Candy Mountain.


5. GREEN GROW THE RUSHES

I'll give you one 0!
Green grow the rushes 0!
What is your one 0?
One is one and all alone and ever more shall be so.

Two, two, the lily white boys clothed all in green o-ho!

Three, three the rivals.

Four for the gospel makers.

Five for the symbols at your door.

Six for the six proud walkers.

Seven for the seven bright stars in the sky.

Eight for the April rainers.

Nine for the nine bright shiners.

Ten for the ten commandments.

Eleven for the eleven who went to heaven.

Twelve for the twelve apostles.


6. SHE WAS POOR BUT SHE WAS HONEST

She was poor but she was honest, victim of a Squire's whim.
First he loved her then he left her. Isn't it a flippin' shame?

So she ran away to London for to hide her grief and shame;
There she met a ton-up wonder and she lost her name again.

See him riding on his Goldy, past the gutter where she stands,
He has wed a dealer's daughter and she wrings her ringless hands.

See him in a transport cafe by the juke box with the best
While the girl what he has ruined entertains a sordid guest.

See her on the bridge at midnight, saying "Farewell, blighted love!"
Then a scream, a splash, good heavens, what is she a-doing of?

When they dragged her from the river, water from her clothes they rung;
Though they thought that she was drownded still her corpse got up and sung.

In a lowly little cottage where her aged parents live; 
They drink the Champagne that she sends them but they never can forgive.

It's the same the whole world over, it's the poor Nivot gets the blame;
It's the rich wot gets the gravy, isn't it a blooming shame?

Sad! Let's cheer up!


7. GLORIOUS BEER

Beer, beer, glorious beer! 
Fill yourself right up to here!
Drink a good deal of it, make a big meal of it,
Stick to your old fashioned beer!
Don't be afraid of it, drink till you're made of it, 
Let's put another down here!
Up with the sale of it, down with a pail of it, 
Glorious, glorious beer!

(and another chorus!)

8. I WANNA GO HOME

We sailed on the old John Dee, my grandpappy and me
For over the Seven Seas we wanted to roam.
But we're fightin' all day and we're drinkin' all night.
I feel so break up, I wanna go home.

	So hist up the big main sail.
	And pull up the anchor chain.
	And put down your helm and head her over the foam.
	I wanna go home!
	I wanna go home!
	I feel so break up wanna go home!

The Master's a wicked man, he gets drunk every time he can.
He don't give a damn about grandpappy and me.
He knocks us about and he kicks us around.
I feel so break up, I wanna go home.


9. ONE EYED RILEY

As I was sitting by Riley's fire, 
Drinking Riley's rum and water,
Suddenly a thought came to my head, 
I'd like to marry old Riley's daughter.

	Rub-a-dub dub! Rub-a-dub dub! 
	Rub-a-dub dub for the one-eyed Riley! 
	Yippy-aye-ay! Yippee-aye-ay!
	Yippy-aye-ay! Trez bon.

Her hair was black and her eyes were blue; 
The colonel and the major and the captain sought her,
The sergeant and the private and the drummer boy too, 
But they never had a chance with the Riley's daughter.

Riley played on the big bass drum; 
Riley had a mind full of murder and slaughter.
Riley had one big bright red eye and 
He kept that eye on his lovely daughter.

I got me a ring and a parson too and 
I grabbed me a scratch in the married quarter;
Settled me down to a peaceful life 
Happy as a king with the Riley's daughter.

Suddenly a footstep on the stairs. 
Who should it be but the one-eyed Riley,
He had two pistols in his hand. 
He was looking for the man who married his daughter.

I grabbed old Riley by the leg 
And stuffed his head in a bucket of water.
Fired his pistols in the air, 
A darned sight quicker than I married his daughter.

(And stick to this version please!)


10. WALTZING MATILDA

Once a jolly swagman camped by a Billabong
Under the shade of a Coolibah Tree.
And he sang as he sat and waited till his billy boiled.
You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.

	Waltzing Matilda! Waltzing Matilda!
	You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.
	And he sang as he sat and waited till his billy boiled.
	You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.

Up came a jumbuck to drink at the Billabong
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed he with glee.
And he sang as he stuffed that jumbuck in his tucker bag.
You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.

Up came the squatter mounted on his thoroughbred
Up came the troopers, one, two, three.
"Oh where's the jolly jumbuck, you've got in your tucker bag?"
You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.

Up jumped the swagman and sprang into the Billabong,
"You'll never take me alive!" says he.
And his ghost may be heard if you walk by that Billabong,
You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.


11. THE BLUE TAILED FLY

When I was young I used to wait upon the boss and pass his plate.
And pass the bottle when he got dry - and brush away the blue tailed fly.

	Gimmee crack corn and I don't care. 
	Gimmee crack corn and I don't care. 
	Gimmee crack corn and I don't care. 
	The master's gone away.

And when he'd ride in the afternoon I'd follow on with a hickory broom;
The pony it was rather shy when bitten by the blue tailed fly.

The day he rode around the farm, the flies were numerous and did swarm.
One chanced to bite him on the thigh; the devil take that blue tailed fly.

The Pony run, he jump, he pitch. He flung the master into a ditch;
He died, the jury wondered why	the verdict was the blue tailed fly.

They lay him 'neath a 'simmon tree. The epitaph is there to see.
"Beneath this grave I'm forced to lie a victim of the blue tailed fly.


12. THE DARKIES' SUNDAY SCHOOL

Old folk, young folk everybody come.
Join our darkies' Sunday School and make yourself at home.
Bring your sticks of chewing gum and sit upon the floor
And we'll tell you Bible stories that you've never heard before.

Adam was the first man, that's what we all believe, 
'Ti! one day he was filleted, and introduced to Eve. 
He had no one to tell him but he soon found out the way
And that's the only reason why we're sitting here today.

Now Adam was a gardener with Eve his gentle spouse 
They got the sack for stealing fruit and took to keeping cows
Life was very peaceful	'twas quiet in the main 
Until they had a baby boy and started raising Cain.

Mr. Lot and Mrs. Lot went out for a stroll
Sodom got too hot and so they left the rotten hole;
Mrs. Lot turned herself round to go and fetch her jacket
Now she sold as Saxa salt at sevenpence a packet.

Esau was a cowboy from the wild and woolly west, 
His daddy left him half the ranch and Brother Jake the rest;
But Esau thought the title deeds were very far from clear
So he sold the whole caboodle for a sandwich and a beer.

Pharoah's daughter Miriam went walking by the Nile 
Found the infant Moses playing with a crocodile; 
She took him home to father said she'd found him on the shore,
But Pharoah slying winked at her, he'd heard that one before.

Moses was the leader of the Israelitish flock
And when the flock was thirsty he just struck upon the rock
And when the rock was opened there arose a mighty cheer
For instead of flowing water there was found a well of beer.

David was a general, Uriah was sub.
David saw Uriah's wife when she was in her tub 
David sent Uriah off to scout a front line trench 
Uriah got a hand grenade and David got the wench.

Elishah was a prophet and his head was rather bare.
The children shouted "Shiny Top! Why don't you cut your hair?"
This angered old Elishah so he called his brindled pup 
Which being fond of children - ate the little baskets up.

Shadrach was a prophet who was chucked into the fire
Expected by the stoker to immediately expire.
But when they opened the furnace up, the asbestos laddie laughed.
And said "Me hinnies keep it shut. Aa cannot stand the draught!"


13. FOGGY FOGGY DEW
See 1968 report


14. ON TOP OF OLD SMOKEY

On top of old Smokey all covered in snow,
I lost my true lover, from courting too slow.

Now courting's a pleasure and parting's a grief 
And a false hearted lover is worse than a thief.

A thief will just rob you and take what you have 
But a false hearted lover will be digging your grave.

The grave will decay you and turn you to dust, 
There's no girl in a million a poor bloke can trust.

She'll tell you she loves you and tell you more lies 
Than the cross ties on a railroad or stars in the sky.

Come all you young maidens and listen to me 
Ne'er hang your affections on a green willow tree.

The leaves they will wither, the roots they will die 
Your lover will leave you and you'll never know why.


15. MY FAMILY
See 1968 report


16. SOSPAN FACH

Mas bys Mari Ann wedi brifo
A Dafydd gwas ddim yn iach
Mae'r baban yn y crud yn crio
A'r gath wedi scrapo Sioni bach.

	Sospan fach yn berwi ar y tan
	Sospan fawr yn berwi at y Ilawr
	A'r gath wedi scrapo Sioni bach.

Dai Bach y Soldiwr, Dal Bach y Soldiwr.
A chwt ei chrys y maes.
Sut chrys oedd gandde Sut chrys oedde gandde?
Crys bach gwyn a stripen las. 
Crys bath gwyn a stripen las.

Mae bys Nari Ann wedi gwella,
A Dafydd y Gwas yn ei fedd,
Mae'r baban yn y crud wedi twei,
A'r gath wedi huno mewn hedd.


17. SWEET VIOLETS

There once was a farmer who took a young Miss
In back of a barn where he gave her a
Lecture on horses and chickens and eggs
And told her that she had such beautiful
Manners that suited a girl of her charms
A girl that he wanted to take in his
Washing and ironing and then if she did
They could get married and raise lots of
	Sweet violets, sweeter than all the roses
	Covered all over from head to toe,
	Covered all over in sweet violets.

The girl told the farmer that he'd better stop
Then she called her father and he called a 
Taxi and got there before very long
Someone was doing his little girl
Right for a change and so that's why he said 
"If you marry her, Son, you're better off 
Single, for it's been my belief
Marriage can bring a man nothing but
	Sweet violets. . . .

The farmer decided he'd wed anyway
And started in planning for his wedding
Suit, which he'd purchased for only one buck
Then he did find he was clean out of 
Money and so he was left in the lurch
Standing there waiting in front of the 
End of this story which just goes to show
All a girl wants from a man is his
	Sweet violets.. . .


18. THE WHIFFENPOOF SONG

To the tables down at Mory's
To the place where Louis dwells,
To the dear old Temple Bar we loved so well,
See the Whiffenpoofs assembled
With their glasses raised on high
And the magic of their singing casts a spell.
Yes, the magic of their singing
Of the songs we loved so well
"Shall I Wasting" and "Mavourneen" and the rest;
We will seranade our Louis whilst life and voice shall last
Then we'll pass and be forgotten like the rest.

We're poor little lambs who have lost our way.
Baa! baa! baa!
We're little black sheep who have gone astray.
Baal! baa! baa!
Gentleman songsters off on a spree,
Doomed from here to eternity,
Lord have mercy on such as we.
Baal. baa baa!  


19. COME HOME AGAIN TO WALES
See 1968 report

20. THE WILD COLONIAL BOY
See 1968 report

21. WORRIED MAN BLUES

it takes a worried man to sing a worried song 
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song 
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song 
I'm worried now, I won't be worried long.

The train I. ride is twenty-one coaches long 
The girl I love is on that train and gone.
I went across the river and went to sleep 
When I awoke I'd shackles on my feet.

Around my legg are twenty-one links of chain 
And on each one initials of my name.

I said to the Judge, "What's gonna be my fate?" 
"Twenty-one years a-working for the State!"


22. ONE MORE RIVER

Mr. Noah once he built an ark.
There's one more river to cross.
He patched it up with hickory bark
There's one more river to cross.

	One more river and that old river to Jordan
	One more river. There's one more river to cross.

The animals went in one by one
The elephant chewing a caraway bun.

Two by two: the bug, the flea and the kangaroo.

Three by three: the elephant trod on the bumble bee. 

Four by four: the fat rhinocerous stuck in the door. 

Five by five: some were almost more dead than alive. 

Six by six: the monkey up to his usual tricks.

Seven by seven: said the ant to the hippo "Who the hell are you shoyin-?"

Eight by eight: some had to hurry because they were late.

Nine by nine: Old Noah shouted "Heave that line!"

Ten by ten: if you want any more you can sing it again.


23. FRANKIE AND JOHNNY  		

Now Frankie and Johnny were lovers
Lordy, lordy how they could love.
They swore they'd be true to one another
Just as true as the skies above.
He was her man; he wouldn't do her wrong.

Frankie and Johnny went a-walking
Johnny had on a new suit.
Frankie went a-walking with Johnny
Thinking just how her man looked cute.
He was her man: he wouldn't do her wrong.

"Now listen to me darling!
I won't be very long.
Don't wait up for me lover
Don't worry while I am gone.
I am your man; I wouldn't do you wrong!"

Frankie went to the corner
To get her a bottle of beer.
She said to the old bartender man
"Has my loving man John been here?
He is my man; I think he's doing me wrong!"

"I don't want to cause no trouble
But I don't want to tell no lies.
Your loving man John was here just now
With that no-good Nelly Bligh.
There was your man. He was doing you wrong!"

Frankie looked over the transom
There to her great surprise.
Was her loving man John right over there
Making love to Nelly Bligh.
There was her man. He was doing her wrong.

Frankie pulled back her kimono
And she pulled out a big forty-four!
Rott-a-toot-toot! Three times she shot
Right through that hardwood door.
She shot her man who was doing her wrong.

The first time she shot him he staggered
The second time she shot he fell.
By the third time she pulled that trigger, Man
Her Johnny was burning in Hell.
He was her man but he was doing her wrong.

"Bring out your rubber tyred hearses!
Bring out the pony and trap!
I'm taking my lover to the graveyard, Man,
And I aint a-gonna bring him back.
He was my man but he did me wrong!"

Sheriff came round in the mornin'
Said it was all for the best.
Said that her lovin-man Johnny
Had been nothing but a goddam pest.
He was her man, but he'd done her wrong.

Frankie she said to the Sheriff
"What are you gonna do?"
Sheriff says, "Sorry Frankie gal
It's the 'Lectric Chair for you.
You shot your man, 'cause he'd done you wrong."

Last time I ever saw Frankie
She was frying in the 'Lectric Chair.
Sweat was a-pourin' down her brow
And the sparks was in her hair.
She'd shot her man, 'cause he was doing her wrong.

This story aint got no moral
This story aint got no end.
This story only goes to show
That there's no dam' good in men.
Just watch your man, he'll be doing you wrong.


24. I WANT A BEER

I want a beer just like the beer
That pickled dear old Dad.
It was a beer and the only beer
The Old Man ever had.
A real old fashioned beer with lots of foam
It took six cops to get the Old Man home.
So that's why I want a beer, just like the beer
That pickled dear old Dad.


25. 1 AiNT A-GONNA GRIEVE MY LORD

A preacher went down to the celler to pray, 
He prayed all night and he prayed all day. 
A preacher went down to the eeller to pray, 
He prayed all night and he payed all day.

	I aint a-gonna grieve my Lord no more 
	I aint a-gonna grieve my Lord
	I aint a-gonna grieve my Lord
	I aint a-gonna grieve my Lord no more.

Oh you'll never get to Heaven on a B.S.A. 
'Cause Beeza bods don't ride that way.

You'll never get to Heaven on a Velocette 
No Velo fellow's got there yet.

You'll never get to Heaven on a two-stroke Scott 
For the noise it makes, the Lord likes not.

You'll never get to Heaven on a Matchless twin 
For Matchless blokes are steeped in sin.

Oh you'll not get to Heaven on a Greeves I guess 
For Scrambler's leave the place a mess.

Now you'll not get to Heaven on a Bog-wheel, Mate 
'Cause you'll try to climb those pearly gates.

You won't get there on an Arrow two-stroke 
You're a special friend of the other bloke.

You won't get to Heaven on a Norton Manx 
The Lord don't want no race track - thanks!

You won't get to Heaven on a Fanny B
For the Lord's got shares in the Yank Harley.

You won't get to Heaven in a bubble-car 
Nor a moped they won't go that far.

You won't get to Heaven in a leather suit
The Lord thinks mods look far more cute.

If you want to get to Heaven, get a vintage bike 
For the Lord admits they're what he likes.

Don't say you've been to the Dragon, Lad
For the Lord thinks that we're all stone mad.

For the Conway Club, there's just no hope 
They've never learned the use of soap.

Join the Fifty-Nine, that's the thing to do 
And the Reverend Bill will get you through.

BILL HUME


26. PHIL THE FLUTER'S BALL

Have you hears of Phil the fluter from the town of Ballymuck?
The times were going hard with him in fact the man was broke,
So he just sent out a notice to his neighbours one and all.
As how he'd like their company that evenin at a ball.
And when writing out he was careful to suggest to them
That if they found a hat of his convenient to the door
The more they put in whenever he requested them 
The better would the music be for battering the floor

With a toot of the flute and the twiddle of fiddle O
Hopping in the middle like a herring on the griddle O.
Up, down, hands around, crossing to the wall 
Oh hadn't we the gaiety at Phil the Fluter's Ball.

Mister Dennis Dougherty who kept the "Running Dog," 
There was little crooked Paddy from the Tira-loughett bog,
There was boys from every Barony and girls from every art
And the beautiful Miss Brady in a private Hoss and Cart
And along with them came bouncing Mrs. Cafferty 
Little Mickie Mulligan was also to the fore 
Rose, Suzanne and Margaret O'Rafferty
The flower of Ardmagullion and the Pride of Petravore.

	With a toot....

Little Mickie Mulligan got up to show them how 
And then the widow Cafferty steps out and makes her bow
"I could dance ye off your legs." say she "As sure as ye are born
If yell only make the piper play "The Hare was in the Corn"
So Phil plays up to the best of his ability
The ladies and the gentlemen begin to do their share
"Faith, then Mick, it's you that has agility" 
"Begorra Mrs. Cafferty you're leaping like a hare".

	With a toot....

Phil the fluter tipped a wink to little crooked Pat
"I think it's nearly time" says he "To pass around the hat"
So Paddy passed the caubeen round and looking mighty cute
Sez "Ye've got to pay the piper when he tootles on the flute!"
Then they, all joined in with the greatest joviality
Covering the buckle and the shuffle and the cut 
Jigs were danced of the very finest quality
But the widow beat the company at handelling the foot!

	With a toot....


27. HEN WLAD FY NHADAU

Oh land of my fathers how fair is thy fame 
Entwined are proud memories about thy dear name
The lays of thy minstrels. Thy warriors renown 
Give honour and grace to thy crown.

Wales! Wales! Sweet are thy hills and thy vales. 
Thy speech and thy song! To thee they belong 
Oh may they live ever in Wales.

No more on thy ramparts is heard through the night 
The trumpet's loud summons to haste to the fight. 
The contest is over yet proud my heart thrills
To gaze on thy victory crowned hills.

Wales! Wales! Sweet are thy hills and thy vales.
Thy speech and thy song! To thee they belong
Oh may they live ever in Wales.


28. ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT

Every star in heaven is singing.
All through the night.
Hear the glorious music ringing
All through the night.
Songs of sweet ethereal lightness
Wrought in realms of peace and brightness
See the dark give way to lightness.
All through the night.

Look my love the stars are smiling 
All through the night.
Lighting smoothing and beguiling
Earth's sombre plight.
So when age brings grief and sorrow
From each other we can borrow 
Faith in our sublime tomorrow
All through the night.


29. AULD LANG SYNE

Should auld aquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind?
Should auld aquaintance be forgot and days of auld tang syne?
For auld tang syne my dear
For the sake of auld lang syne.
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet for the sake of auld lang syne.

And here's a hand ma trusty friend and gi'es a hand o' thine
And we'll tak a richt guid willie waught for the sake o' auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne my dear
For the sake of auld lang sync.
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet for the sake of auld lang syne.


30. GOD SAVE THE QUEEN


A WORD FROM THE CONWAY CLUB
Welcome to Glyn Padarn and the Fifth Dragon Rally!
Here's our programme for the weekend:-

SATURDAY

 2.00 p.m. Castrol film shows start in Block 21. (Progtamme: "The Roughriders", "Dragstrip", "Golden Mountain") 1¼ hour programme, running continuously till 10 p.m.
 6.30 p.m. Headlight Parade. Form up in line to leave by the North Gate. Route: turn left on to main road A4086; left at Glyn Twrog Inn; left at next crossroads: straight on through Bryn Bras Castle gate and over mountain road; turn left into Glyn Padarn site through West Gate.
 7.00 p.m. Bonfire lighted.
 7.30 p.m. Addresses of welcome-Generator House (Block 18).
 8.15 p.m. Community singing round the bonfire.
11.00 p.m. Bar and hot snacks (Block 13) close down.
	   	

SUNDAY

 9.30 a.m. Interdenominational Service in Cinema, Block 21.
11.00 a.m. Boking-in control closes down.

Water points and toilets are signposted. Camping overflow should go to the South Field and the area surrounding the reservoir.

Sorry boys, no groceries on sale, though we tried. Try Lianberis (one mile) or Caernarvon (five miles).


A WORD FROM BILL HUME

Every year we get appeals for songs from the Top Twenty and their runners up. I only wish that I could accommodate you but I am afraid that facts must be faced. These ditties are all copyright material and to have them printed in this sheet would cost the Club far too much. Also by the time the Rally occurs, the songs that were popular when the sheet is prepared are all forgotten-such is the life of a pop. I'm sorry about this-but you should know the words of these and you can sing them without needing a sheet.

So we have to stick to the kind of folk stuff that we have included in the past but I'm willing to take suggestions for the 6th Rally's sheet at any time-address 56 Daphne Crescent, SEAHAM, Co. Durham or via Lawrence Irving or the Motor Cycle whichever you like.	consider everything received seriously.

It might be a good time to point out that I am afraid that I alone am responsible for the inclusions in this 'ere. The other Conway bods and B.S.A's have clean hands on the matter.

Yours aye.

BILL HUME