As glaciers crept around Paviland Cave
We laid our first leader in his grave
We prised the Preseli bluestones free
Sent them to Stonehenge over the sea
The Roman soldier oiled his curls
Didn't bother with local girls
Arthur's veins ran with royal blood
Made a palace of sticks and mud
Rebecca's children have grown up wrong
Drunk on story, myth and song
The millennium dawns on Cardiff Bay
A nation reborn, or so they say
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