Sing! sing! why shouldn’t we sing?

Down in Aberyswtith, midst the hills and dales,
Many Welshmen gathered there to sing the praise of Wales.
Hearts and voices blending in a feast of song;
Though some declared, in wartime it was wrong.
There amongst the songsters on the mountain side,
The greatest Welshman in the land stood up and said with pride;

"Sing, sing, why shouldn't we sing?
Though days are dreary, let us be cheery.
Sing, sing, let melody flow;
Are the home fires out yet?  No, no, no!
Sing, sing, why shouldn't we sing?
For there's one thing we never should forget;
Old John Bull is still alive and kicking,
And we haven't pulled the blinds down yet!

Sing a little chorus, never mind your voice.
Sing; if you were dumpy it would make your heart rejoice.
Sing although your pack boys, weighs just half a ton
Sing, and half the victoy is won.
There's a little rainbow shining in the sky;
Now we know that brighter days are coming, by and by.

Sing, sing, why shouldn't we sing?
Though days are dreary, let us be cheery.
Sing, sing, let melody flow;
Are the home fires out yet?  No, no, no!
Sing, sing, why shouldn't we sing?
For there's one thing we never should forget;
Old John Bull is still alive and kicking,
And we haven't pulled the blinds down yet!"