Lyrics Dogs Eyes Owl Meat and Man Chop - The Men They Couldn't Hang

Dogs Eyes Owl Meat and Man Chop

A furnace bellowed from the range
To scorch the winters chill
And the Spirit of Cyndyllan
Who hailed from Grongar Hill
True west he strode, through Cilsane Ford
Down by the water mill
For a pint then, at the Ship in Laugharne
Two thousand years to kill
He’s got two thousand years to kill
Dogs-Eyes, Owl Meat and Man-Chop
Half an ounce of shag, and a pint of Buckleys Top
Bible black, Captain Cat, where time and tide stand still
Like the Ghosts of Aberglasney, the mists of Grongar Hill
The mists of Grongar Hill
From Carreg-Cennen Castle to Paxton Tower Hill
In fields all by the Roman roads
The scene of bad blood spilled
From Twm o’r Gof to Golden Grove
And through the Towy Vale
Flows the lifeblood of the county
A shade of Nut-brown ale, a shade of Nut-brown ale
Dogs-Eyes, Owl Meat and Man-Chop
Dress them for the window, then splice them on the block
Bible black, Captain Cat, enjoy and drink your fill
To the Ghosts of Aberglasney, the mists of Grongar Hill
The mists of Grongar Hill
Merlins seat lies empty, it’s written in the gaol
If the old oak tree is severed, this town be doomed to fail
Latter day invaders come, build homes devoid of charm
«There's bugger all» cried Dylan
«I'll linger down in Laugharne
I’ll linger down in Laugharne»