Of Old St Davids Poem by Francis Duggan

The bells of old St Davids how nice to hear them ring
Above the flowering potato fields on an evening in the Spring
Carried by the coastal breeze above the ocean shore
Just a memory of what used to be that for me will be never more

The nesting birds are singing in the prime of the May
In the coastal groves of Southern Wales from here far away
When the Tatie Hokers come to St Davids it is that time of year
Their laughter in the potato fields i fancy i do hear

Where above the coastal meadows the barn swallows fly
The bells of old St Davids i hear them in the sky
In coastal Southern Wales where beauty does abound
The bells of the Cathedral can be heard for miles around

The bells of old St Davids in my dreams them i do hear
In the stillness of the evening they sound so very near
Above the flowering potato fields carrying in the freshening breeze
When the nesting birds are singing on the bushes and the trees.