To the very north-west of wild Wales
Came a man trained in financial sales,
He'd help men to borrow
Or save for tomorrow,
As he moved through old Anglesey's dales.

Of course, in that land full of sheep,
He soon found that he couldn't keep
From exploring the creases
Of their lovely white fleeces,
As all round the valleys he'd creep.

And lads, he just cannot be blamed,
When a sweet little ewe his heart claimed,
He found her so cute,
With her legs in his boots,
And after a wood nymph he named (her.)

So if you should go down to Wylfa,  (pronounced wilva)
The locals will certainly fill ya
In on the tale,
Of this quite errant male...
The loan arranger who mounts on his Sylvia.

Tiddy. 

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Last updated: Mon, 13 Sep 1999.