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0:03:36 > 0:03:38- To begin at the beginning.
0:03:55 > 0:03:58- It is spring, - moonless night in the small town...
0:03:58 > 0:04:04- ..starless and bibleblack, - the cobblestreets silent...
0:04:04 > 0:04:07- ..and the hunched, - courters' and rabbits' wood...
0:04:08 > 0:04:11- ..limping invisible - down to the sloeblack...
0:04:11 > 0:04:17- ..slow, black, crowblack - fishingboat bobbing sea.
0:04:18 > 0:04:21- The houses are blind as moles...
0:04:21 > 0:04:26- ..though moles see fine to-night - in the snouting, velvet dingles...
0:04:26 > 0:04:30- ..or blind as Captain Cat - there in the muffled middle...
0:04:30 > 0:04:33- ..by the pump and the town clock, - the shops in mourning...
0:04:33 > 0:04:36- ..the Welfare Hall in widows' weeds.
0:04:36 > 0:04:41- And all the people of the lulled - and dumbfound town are sleeping now.
0:04:42 > 0:04:45- Hush, the babies are sleeping...
0:04:46 > 0:04:49- ..the farmers, the fishers, - the tradesmen and pensioners...
0:04:50 > 0:04:53- ..cobbler, schoolteacher, - postman and publican...
0:04:53 > 0:04:57- ..the undertaker and the fancy - woman, drunkard, dressmaker...
0:04:57 > 0:05:02- ..preacher, policeman, the webfoot - cocklewomen and the tidy wives.
0:05:05 > 0:05:09- Young girls lie bedded soft - or glide in their dreams...
0:05:09 > 0:05:12- ..with rings and trousseaux...
0:05:13 > 0:05:18- ..bridesmaided by glowworms down - the aisles of the organplaying wood.
0:05:23 > 0:05:26- The boys are dreaming wicked...
0:05:27 > 0:05:32- ..or of the bucking ranches of - the night and the jollyrodgered sea.
0:05:32 > 0:05:36- And the anthracite statues - of the horses sleep in the fields...
0:05:37 > 0:05:39- ..and the cows in the byres...
0:05:39 > 0:05:43- ..and the dogs - in the wetnosed yards...
0:05:43 > 0:05:47- ..and the cats nap - in the slant corners or lope sly...
0:05:48 > 0:05:52- ..streaking and needling, - on the one cloud of the roofs.
0:05:53 > 0:05:58- You can hear the dew falling, - and the hushed town breathing.
0:06:00 > 0:06:02- Only your eyes are unclosed...
0:06:02 > 0:06:07- ..to see the black and folded town - fast, and slow, asleep.
0:06:08 > 0:06:11- And you alone - can hear the invisible starfall...
0:06:11 > 0:06:13- ..the darkest-before-dawn...
0:06:14 > 0:06:18- ..minutely dew grazed stir - of the black dab-filled sea...
0:06:22 > 0:06:25- ..where the Arethusa, - the Curlew and the Skylark...
0:06:25 > 0:06:29- ..Zanzibar, Rhiannon, - the Rover, the Cormorant...
0:06:29 > 0:06:32- ..and the Star of Wales - tilt and ride.
0:06:35 > 0:06:36- Listen.
0:06:37 > 0:06:39- It is night moving in the streets...
0:06:39 > 0:06:42- ..the processional salt - slow musical wind...
0:06:42 > 0:06:46- ..in Coronation Street - and Cockle Row...
0:06:46 > 0:06:49- ..it is the grass growing - on Llareggub Hill...
0:06:49 > 0:06:55- ..dewfall, starfall, - the sleep of birds in Milk Wood.
0:06:56 > 0:06:57- Listen.
0:06:58 > 0:07:01- It is night in the chill, - squat chapel...
0:07:01 > 0:07:05- ..hymning in bonnet and brooch - and bombazine black...
0:07:06 > 0:07:10- ..butterfly choker and bootlace bow, - coughing like nannygoats...
0:07:10 > 0:07:15- ..sucking mintoes, - fortywinking hallelujah...
0:07:15 > 0:07:19- ..night in the four-ale, - quiet as a domino...
0:07:19 > 0:07:22- ..in Ocky Milkman's lofts - like a mouse with gloves...
0:07:23 > 0:07:28- ..in Dai Bread's bakery - flying like black flour.
0:07:29 > 0:07:33- It is tonight in Donkey Street, - trotting silent...
0:07:33 > 0:07:37- ..with seaweed on its hooves, - along the cockled cobbles...
0:07:37 > 0:07:42- ..past curtained fernpot, text and - trinket, harmonium, holy dresser...
0:07:42 > 0:07:48- ..watercolours done by hand, - china dog and rosy tin teacaddy.
0:07:49 > 0:07:54- It is night neddying - among the snuggeries of babies.
0:07:56 > 0:07:57- Look.
0:07:58 > 0:07:59- It is night...
0:07:59 > 0:08:04- ..dumbly, royally winding through - the Coronation cherry trees...
0:08:04 > 0:08:07- ..going through - the graveyard of Bethesda...
0:08:07 > 0:08:10- ..with winds gloved - and folded and dew doffed...
0:08:10 > 0:08:13- ..tumbling by the Sailors Arms.
0:08:18 > 0:08:19- Time passes.
0:08:22 > 0:08:24- Come closer now.
0:08:29 > 0:08:32- Only you can hear the houses - sleeping in the streets...
0:08:32 > 0:08:37- ..in the slow deep salt - and silent black, bandaged night.
0:08:37 > 0:08:41- Only you can see, - in the blinded bedrooms...
0:08:41 > 0:08:46- ..the combs and petticoats over - the chairs, the jugs and basins...
0:08:46 > 0:08:49- ..the glasses of teeth, - Thou Shalt Not on the wall...
0:08:50 > 0:08:54- ..and the yellowing dickybird - watching pictures of the dead.
0:08:55 > 0:09:01- Only you can hear and see, - behind the eyes of the sleepers...
0:09:01 > 0:09:06- ..the movements and countries - and mazes and colours and dismays...
0:09:07 > 0:09:09- ..and rainbows - and tunes and wishes...
0:09:10 > 0:09:15- ..and flight and fall and despairs - and big seas of their dreams.
0:09:17 > 0:09:21- From where you are, - you can hear their dreams.
0:09:23 > 0:09:26- Captain Cat, - the retired blind sea-captain...
0:09:27 > 0:09:30- ..asleep in his bunk in - the sea-shelled, ship-in-bottled...
0:09:31 > 0:09:34- ..shipshape best cabin - of Schooner House dreams of...
0:09:35 > 0:09:40- Never such seas as any that swamped - the decks of his S.S. Kidwelly...
0:09:40 > 0:09:44- ..bellying over the bedclothes - and jellyfish-slippery...
0:09:44 > 0:09:48- ..sucking him down salt deep - into the davy dark...
0:09:48 > 0:09:53- ..where the fish come biting out and - nibble him down to his wishbone...
0:09:53 > 0:09:56- ..and the long drowned - nuzzle up to him.
0:09:57 > 0:09:59- Remember me Captain?
0:09:59 > 0:10:01- Dancing Williams!
0:10:01 > 0:10:03- Dancing Williams!- - I lost my step in Nantucket.
0:10:04 > 0:10:07- Do you see me, Captain? - The white bone talking?
0:10:07 > 0:10:10- I'm Tom Fred the Donkeyman...
0:10:10 > 0:10:13- ..we shared the same girl once.
0:10:13 > 0:10:15- Her name was Mrs Probert.
0:10:15 > 0:10:18- Rosie Probert, - thirty three Duck Lane.
0:10:19 > 0:10:22- Come on up boys, I'm dead.
0:10:38 > 0:10:42- # Hold me, Captain, I'm Jonah Jarvis
0:10:42 > 0:10:45- # Come to a bad end
0:10:45 > 0:10:47- # Come to a bad end
0:10:47 > 0:10:52- # Come to a bad end, - very enjoyable #
0:10:52 > 0:10:56- Alfred Pomeroy Jones, sea-lawyer...
0:10:56 > 0:10:58- ..born in Mumbles, - sung like a linnet...
0:10:59 > 0:11:01- ..crowned you with a flagon...
0:11:01 > 0:11:07- ..tattooed with mermaids, thirst - like a dredger, died of blisters.
0:11:10 > 0:11:12- # Come to a bad end
0:11:13 > 0:11:15- # Come to a bad end
0:11:15 > 0:11:20- # Come to a bad end, very enjoyable
0:11:20 > 0:11:22- # Hold me, Captain
0:11:22 > 0:11:24- # Hold me, Captain
0:11:24 > 0:11:29- # Hold me, Captain, - I'm Jonah Jarvis #
0:11:34 > 0:11:37- Oh, my dead dears!
0:11:48 > 0:11:50- From where you are....
0:11:50 > 0:11:54- ..you can hear in Cockle Row - in the spring, moonless night...
0:11:54 > 0:11:57- ..Miss Price, dressmaker - and sweetshop-keeper...
0:11:57 > 0:12:00- ..dream of her lover.
0:12:04 > 0:12:07- Tall as the town clock tower...
0:12:07 > 0:12:13- ..Samsonsyrup-gold-maned - whacking thighed and piping hot...
0:12:14 > 0:12:17- ..thunderbolt bass'd - and barnacle-breasted...
0:12:17 > 0:12:21- ..flailing up the cockles - with his eyes like blowlamps...
0:12:22 > 0:12:27- ..and scooping low over her lonely - loving hotwater bottled body.
0:12:54 > 0:12:55- Myfanwy Price!
0:12:56 > 0:12:58- Mr Mog Edwards!
0:12:58 > 0:13:02- I am a draper mad with love.
0:13:02 > 0:13:05- I love you more - than all the flannelette...
0:13:05 > 0:13:11- ..and calico, candlewick, - dimity, crash and merino...
0:13:11 > 0:13:15- ..tussore, cretonne, crepon, - muslin, poplin, ticking and twill...
0:13:15 > 0:13:17- ..in the whole - Cloth Hall of the world.
0:13:20 > 0:13:24- I have come to take you away - to my Emporium on the hill...
0:13:24 > 0:13:27- ..where the change hums on wires.
0:13:28 > 0:13:32- Throw away your little bedsocks and - your Welsh wool knitted jacket...
0:13:32 > 0:13:35- ..I will warm the sheets - like an electric toaster...
0:13:36 > 0:13:38- ..I will lie by your side - like the Sunday roast.
0:13:39 > 0:13:42- I will knit you a wallet - of forget-me-not blue...
0:13:43 > 0:13:44- ..for the money, to be comfy.
0:13:45 > 0:13:47- I will warm your heart - by the fire...
0:13:47 > 0:13:51- ..so that you can slip it in under - your vest when the shop is closed.
0:13:55 > 0:13:58- Myfanwy, Myfanwy...
0:13:58 > 0:14:03- ..before the mice gnaw at - your bottom drawer will you say...
0:14:04 > 0:14:09- Yes, Mog, yes, Mog, - yes, yes, yes.
0:14:15 > 0:14:21- And all the bells of the tills of - the town shall ring for our wedding.
0:14:27 > 0:14:29- Come now, drift up the dark...
0:14:30 > 0:14:33- ..come up the drifting - sea-dark street...
0:14:33 > 0:14:36- ..now in the dark night - seesawing like the sea.
0:14:36 > 0:14:39- And in the little - pink-eyed cottage...
0:14:39 > 0:14:41- ..next to the undertaker's alone...
0:14:41 > 0:14:45- ..the seventeen snoring - gentle stone of Mister Waldo...
0:14:45 > 0:14:49- ..rabbitcatcher, barber, - herbalist, catdoctor, quack...
0:14:49 > 0:14:53- ..his fat pink hands palms up, over - the edge of the patchwork quilt...
0:14:53 > 0:14:57- ..his black boots neat and tidy - in the washing-basin....
0:14:57 > 0:14:59- ..his bowler on a nail - above the bed...
0:14:59 > 0:15:03- ..a milk stout and a slice of cold - bread pudding under the pillow...
0:15:04 > 0:15:06- ..and, dripping in the dark, - he dreams of...
0:15:07 > 0:15:09- # This little piggy went to market
0:15:09 > 0:15:12- # This little piggy stayed at home
0:15:12 > 0:15:15- # This little piggy had roast beef
0:15:15 > 0:15:17- # This little piggy had none
0:15:18 > 0:15:21- # And this little piggy went - wee wee wee wee wee
0:15:21 > 0:15:23- # All the way home #
0:15:24 > 0:15:25- Waldo! Waldo!
0:15:25 > 0:15:26- Waldo! Waldo!- - Yes, Blodwen love?
0:15:27 > 0:15:30- What'll the neighbours say? - What'll the neighbours say?
0:15:31 > 0:15:32- Poor Mrs Waldo.
0:15:32 > 0:15:34- Poor Mrs Waldo.- - Never should of married.
0:15:34 > 0:15:34- If she didn't have to.
0:15:34 > 0:15:36- If she didn't have to.- - Same as her mother.
0:15:36 > 0:15:37- There's a husband for you.
0:15:37 > 0:15:39- There's a husband for you.- - Bad as his father.
0:15:39 > 0:15:40- And you know where he ended.
0:15:40 > 0:15:42- And you know where he ended.- - Up in the asylum.
0:15:42 > 0:15:43- Crying for his ma.
0:15:43 > 0:15:45- Crying for his ma.- - Every Saturday.
0:15:45 > 0:15:46- He hasn't got a leg.
0:15:46 > 0:15:48- He hasn't got a leg.- - And carrying on.
0:15:48 > 0:15:49- With that Mrs Beattie Morris.
0:15:49 > 0:15:51- With that Mrs Beattie Morris.- - Up in the quarry.
0:15:52 > 0:15:53- And seen her baby.
0:15:53 > 0:15:55- And seen her baby.- - It's got his nose.
0:15:55 > 0:15:57- Oh it makes my heart bleed.
0:15:57 > 0:15:59- Oh it makes my heart bleed.- - What he'll do for drink.
0:15:59 > 0:16:00- He sold the pianola to.
0:16:00 > 0:16:02- He sold the pianola to.- - And her sewing machine.
0:16:02 > 0:16:03- Falling in the gutter.
0:16:03 > 0:16:05- Falling in the gutter.- - Talking to the lamp-post.
0:16:06 > 0:16:07- Using language.
0:16:07 > 0:16:08- Using language.- - Black as a chimbley.
0:16:08 > 0:16:10- Ringing doorbells.
0:16:10 > 0:16:12- Ringing doorbells.- - Breaking windows.
0:16:12 > 0:16:13- Making mudpies.
0:16:13 > 0:16:14- Making mudpies.- - Stealing currants.
0:16:14 > 0:16:15- Chalking words.
0:16:15 > 0:16:17- Chalking words.- - Saw him in the bushes.
0:16:17 > 0:16:18- Playing mwchin's.
0:16:29 > 0:16:30- Waldo! Wal-do!
0:16:31 > 0:16:33- I'm widower Waldo now.
0:16:34 > 0:16:36- Send him to bed without any supper.
0:16:36 > 0:16:39- Give him sennapods - and lock him in the dark.
0:16:39 > 0:16:40- Off to the reformatory.
0:16:41 > 0:16:42- Off to the reformatory!
0:16:42 > 0:16:45- Learn him with a slipper - on his b.t.m.
0:16:45 > 0:16:49- Learn him with a slipper - on his b.t.m.
0:16:52 > 0:16:54- Give us a kiss, Matti Richards.
0:16:54 > 0:16:55- Give us a penny then.
0:16:56 > 0:16:57- I only got a halfpenny.
0:16:59 > 0:17:01- Lips is a penny.
0:17:01 > 0:17:04- Will you take this woman - Matti Richards.
0:17:04 > 0:17:06- Dulcie Prothero.
0:17:06 > 0:17:08- Effie Bevan.
0:17:08 > 0:17:10- Lil the Gluepot.
0:17:10 > 0:17:12- Mrs Flusher.
0:17:12 > 0:17:14- Blodwen Bowen.
0:17:14 > 0:17:17- To be your awful wedded wife.
0:17:17 > 0:17:19- To be your awful wedded wife.- - No, no, no!
0:17:22 > 0:17:26- Now, in her iceberg-white, holily - laundered crinoline nightgown...
0:17:27 > 0:17:29- ..under virtuous polar sheets...
0:17:29 > 0:17:32- ..in her spruced and scoured - dust-defying bedroom...
0:17:32 > 0:17:34- ..in trig and trim Bay View...
0:17:34 > 0:17:38- ..a house for paying guests, - at the top of the town...
0:17:38 > 0:17:42- ..Mrs Ogmore-Pritchard widow, twice, - of Mr Ogmore, linoleum, retired...
0:17:42 > 0:17:46- ..and Mr Pritchard, - failed bookmaker.
0:17:46 > 0:17:48- You first Mr Ogmore.
0:17:48 > 0:17:49- After you, Mr Pritchard.
0:17:50 > 0:17:53- No, no, Mr Ogmore. - You widowed her first.
0:17:54 > 0:17:55- Husbands.
0:17:55 > 0:17:57- Husbands.- - She says in her sleep.
0:17:57 > 0:18:03- There is acid love in her voice for - one of the two shambling phantoms.
0:18:03 > 0:18:08- I love you both.
0:18:08 > 0:18:11- Oh, Mrs Ogmore.
0:18:11 > 0:18:14- Oh, Mrs Pritchard.
0:18:14 > 0:18:20- Soon it will be time to go to bed.
0:18:23 > 0:18:30- Tell me your tasks in order.
0:18:32 > 0:18:36- We must take our pyjamas - from the drawer marked pyjamas.
0:18:38 > 0:18:41- And then you must take them off.
0:19:04 > 0:19:08- In Butcher Beynon's, Gossamer - Beynon, daughter, schoolteacher....
0:19:08 > 0:19:11- ..dreaming deep, daintily ferrets...
0:19:11 > 0:19:14- ..under a fluttering hummock - of chicken's feathers...
0:19:15 > 0:19:18- ..in a slaughterhouse - that has chintz curtains...
0:19:18 > 0:19:22- ..and a three-pieced suite, - and finds, with no surprise...
0:19:22 > 0:19:25- ..a small rough ready man - with a bushy tail...
0:19:25 > 0:19:27- ..winking in a paper carrier.
0:19:27 > 0:19:29- At last, my love...
0:19:29 > 0:19:32- ..sighs Gossamer Beynon.
0:19:33 > 0:19:35- And the bushy tail - wags rude and ginger.
0:19:36 > 0:19:37- Help!
0:19:37 > 0:19:40- Cries Organ Morgan, the organist, - in his dream.
0:19:40 > 0:19:45- # There is perturbation and music - in Coronation Street!
0:19:46 > 0:19:51- # All the spouses are honking like - geese and the babies singing opera
0:19:51 > 0:19:53- WHISTLES
0:19:55 > 0:20:00- # PC Atilla Rees - has got his truncheon out
0:20:00 > 0:20:04- # And is playing cadenzas - by the pump
0:20:05 > 0:20:10- # The cows from Sunday Meadow ring - like reindeer
0:20:10 > 0:20:12- # And on the roof of Handel Villa
0:20:13 > 0:20:20- # See the Women's Welfare hoofing, - bloomered, in the moon #
0:20:25 > 0:20:29- At the sea-end of town, - Mr and Mrs Floyd, the cocklers...
0:20:29 > 0:20:33- ..are sleeping as quiet as death, - side by wrinkled side...
0:20:33 > 0:20:39- ..toothless, salt and brown, - like two old kippers in a box.
0:20:44 > 0:20:47- Ocky Milkman, - drowned asleep in Cockle Street...
0:20:48 > 0:20:51- ..is emptying his churns - into the Dewi River.
0:20:51 > 0:20:52- Regardless of expense...
0:20:52 > 0:20:54- Regardless of expense...- - ..and weeping like a funeral.
0:21:03 > 0:21:06- PC Atilla Rees lumps out of bed...
0:21:06 > 0:21:08- ..dead to the dark - and still foghorning...
0:21:09 > 0:21:12- ..and drags out his helmet - from under the bed.
0:21:12 > 0:21:17- But deep in the backyard lock-up - of his sleep a mean voice murmurs.
0:21:17 > 0:21:20- You'll be sorry for this - in the morning.
0:21:21 > 0:21:26- And he heave-ho's back to bed. - His helmet swashes in the dark.
0:21:27 > 0:21:31- Willy Nilly, postman, - asleep up street...
0:21:31 > 0:21:34- ..walks fourteen miles - to deliver the post...
0:21:34 > 0:21:37- ..as he does - everyday of the night...
0:21:37 > 0:21:41- ..and rat-a-tats hard and sharp - on Mrs Willy Nilly.
0:21:41 > 0:21:44- Don't spank me, please, teacher...
0:21:44 > 0:21:46- ..whimpers his wife at his side...
0:21:46 > 0:21:52- ..but every night of her married - life she has been late for school.
0:21:53 > 0:21:57- Sinbad Sailors, over the taproom - of the Sailors Arms...
0:21:58 > 0:22:00- ..hugs his damp pillow.
0:22:00 > 0:22:02- Gossamer Beynon.
0:22:03 > 0:22:05- And the Inspectors of Cruelty...
0:22:05 > 0:22:08- ..fly down - into Mrs Butcher Beynon's dream...
0:22:08 > 0:22:10- ..to persecute Mr Beynon - for selling...
0:22:11 > 0:22:18- ..owlmeat, dogs' eyes, manchop.
0:22:19 > 0:22:22- Mr Beynon, - in butcher's bloodied apron...
0:22:22 > 0:22:25- ..spring-heels - down Coronation Street...
0:22:25 > 0:22:27- ..a finger not his own, - in his mouth.
0:22:27 > 0:22:29- Straight faced - in his cunning sleep...
0:22:30 > 0:22:32- ..he pulls the legs - of his dreams and...
0:22:33 > 0:22:39- ..hunting on pigback - shoots down the wild giblets.
0:22:56 > 0:22:58- My foxy darling!
0:23:02 > 0:23:05- Now behind the eyes and secrets - of the dreamers...
0:23:06 > 0:23:09- ..in the streets - rocked to sleep by the sea...
0:23:09 > 0:23:14- ..see the titbits and topsyturvies, - bobs and buttontops...
0:23:14 > 0:23:18- ..bags and bones, ash and rind - and dandruff and nailparings...
0:23:18 > 0:23:22- ..saliva and snowflakes - and moulted feathers of dreams...
0:23:22 > 0:23:25- ..the wrecks and sprats - and shells and fishbones...
0:23:26 > 0:23:29- ..whale-juice and moonshine - and small salt fry...
0:23:29 > 0:23:32- ..dished up by the hidden sea.
0:23:34 > 0:23:35- The owls are hunting.
0:23:36 > 0:23:42- Look, over Bethesda gravestones - one hoots and swoops...
0:23:42 > 0:23:46- ..and catches a mouse - by Hannah Rees, Beloved Wife.
0:23:48 > 0:23:51- And in Coronation Street, - which you alone can see...
0:23:51 > 0:23:54- ..it is so dark - under the chapel in the skies...
0:23:54 > 0:23:57- ..the Reverend Eli Jenkins, - poet, preacher...
0:23:57 > 0:24:01- ..turns in his deep towards-dawn - sleep and dreams of...
0:24:01 > 0:24:03- Eisteddfodau.
0:24:08 > 0:24:10- Mr Pugh, schoolmaster, - fathoms asleep.
0:24:11 > 0:24:13- Murder.
0:24:15 > 0:24:20- Mrs Organ Morgan, groceress, - coiled grey like a dormouse...
0:24:20 > 0:24:23- ..her paws to her ears, conjures...
0:24:23 > 0:24:24- Silence.
0:24:24 > 0:24:27- She sleeps very dulcet - in a cove of wool...
0:24:27 > 0:24:30- ..and trumpeting Organ Morgan - at her side...
0:24:30 > 0:24:33- ..snores no louder than a spider.
0:24:42 > 0:24:45- Mary Ann Sailors dreams of...
0:24:45 > 0:24:46- ..the Garden of Eden...
0:24:51 > 0:24:54- ..away from the cool scrubbed - cobbled kitchen...
0:24:54 > 0:24:58- ..with the Sunday-school pictures - on the whitewashed wall...
0:24:58 > 0:25:01- ..and the farmers' almanac - hung above the settle...
0:25:01 > 0:25:04- ..and the sides of bacon - on the ceiling hooks...
0:25:05 > 0:25:07- ..and goes down - the cockleshelled paths...
0:25:08 > 0:25:10- ..of that applepie kitchen garden...
0:25:10 > 0:25:12- ..ducking under - the gippo's clothes pegs...
0:25:13 > 0:25:16- ..catching her apron - on the blackcurrant bushes...
0:25:16 > 0:25:20- ..past beanrows and onion-bed - and tomatoes ripening on the wall...
0:25:20 > 0:25:24- ..towards the old man playing - the harmonium in the orchard...
0:25:24 > 0:25:28- ..and sits down on the grass at his - side and shells the green peas...
0:25:29 > 0:25:33- ..that grow up through the lap - of her frock that brushes the dew.
0:25:33 > 0:25:36- In Donkey Street, - so furred with sleep...
0:25:36 > 0:25:39- ..Dai Bread, Polly Garter - and Nogood Boyo...
0:25:39 > 0:25:44- ..before the dawn - that is about to be and dream of...
0:25:44 > 0:25:46- Harems.
0:25:46 > 0:25:47- Babies.
0:25:47 > 0:25:48- Babies.- - Nothing.
0:25:52 > 0:25:54- CLOCK TICKS
0:26:01 > 0:26:03- Time passes.
0:26:06 > 0:26:09- Listen. Time passes.
0:26:15 > 0:26:18- An owl flies home past Bethesda, - to a chapel in an oak.
0:26:20 > 0:26:22- And the dawn inches up.
0:27:01 > 0:27:03- Stand on this hill.
0:27:04 > 0:27:08- This is Llareggub Hill, - old as the hills...
0:27:08 > 0:27:11- ..high, cool, and green...
0:27:11 > 0:27:14- ..and from this small circle - of stones...
0:27:15 > 0:27:18- ..made not by druids - but by Mrs Beynon's Billy...
0:27:18 > 0:27:24- ..you can see all the town below you - sleeping in the first of the dawn.
0:27:24 > 0:27:28- "Less than five hundred souls - inhabit the three quaint streets...
0:27:28 > 0:27:31- "..and the few narrow by-lanes - and scattered farmsteads...
0:27:32 > 0:27:35- "..that constitute this small, - decaying watering-place...
0:27:35 > 0:27:38- "..which may, indeed, be called - a 'backwater of life'...
0:27:38 > 0:27:41- "..without dispresect to its natives - who possess, to this day...
0:27:41 > 0:27:43- "..a salty individuality - of their own.
0:27:43 > 0:27:46- "The main street, Coronation Street, - consists, for the most part...
0:27:46 > 0:27:49- "..of humble, two-storied houses - many of which attempt to achieve...
0:27:49 > 0:27:51- "..some measure of gaiety...
0:27:51 > 0:27:53- "..by prinking themselves out - in crude colours...
0:27:53 > 0:27:56- "..but on the whole, - in a sad state of disrepair.
0:27:56 > 0:28:00- "The River Dewi is said to abound - in trout, but is much poached.
0:28:00 > 0:28:03- "The one place of worship, - with its neglected graveyard...
0:28:03 > 0:28:05- "..is of no architectural interest."
0:28:06 > 0:28:12- The principality of the sky - lightens now, over our green hill...
0:28:12 > 0:28:17- ..into spring morning - larked and crowed and belling.
0:28:18 > 0:28:24- Spring morning - larked and crowed and belling.
0:28:24 > 0:28:30- Spring morning - larked and crowed and belling.
0:28:32 > 0:28:38- Spring morning - larked and crowed and belling.
0:28:54 > 0:28:56- The Reverend Eli Jenkins...
0:28:57 > 0:28:59- ..gropes out of bed - into his preacher's black...
0:28:59 > 0:29:02- ..combs back - his bard's white hair...
0:29:02 > 0:29:06- ..and hearing the sea break - and the gab of birds...
0:29:06 > 0:29:09- ..remembers his own verses - and tells them softly...
0:29:09 > 0:29:15- ..to empty Coronation Street that - is rising and raising its blinds.
0:29:18 > 0:29:24- "Dear Gwalia! I know there are - Towns lovelier than ours
0:29:25 > 0:29:30- "And fairer hills and loftier far - And groves more full of flowers
0:29:30 > 0:29:32- "And boskier woods - more blithe with spring
0:29:33 > 0:29:35- "And bright with birds' adorning
0:29:35 > 0:29:41- "And sweeter bards than I to sing - Their praise this beauteous morning
0:29:43 > 0:29:47- "By Cader Idris, tempest-torn - Or Moel yr Wyddfa's glory
0:29:48 > 0:29:53- "Carnedd Llewelyn beauty born - Plinlimmon old in story
0:29:53 > 0:29:57- "By mountains - where King Arthur dreams
0:29:57 > 0:30:00- "By Penmaenmawr defiant
0:30:00 > 0:30:06- "Llareggub Hill a molehill seems - A pygmy to a giant
0:30:07 > 0:30:13- "By Sawdde, Senny, Dovey, Dee, - Edw, Eden, Aled, all
0:30:13 > 0:30:18- "Taff and Towy broad and free - Claerwen, Cleddau, Dulais, Daw
0:30:18 > 0:30:20- "Ely, Gwili, Ogwr, Nedd
0:30:20 > 0:30:24- "Small is our River Dewi, Lord
0:30:25 > 0:30:28- "A baby on a rushy bed
0:30:32 > 0:30:39- "By Carreg Cennen, King of time - Our Heron Head is only
0:30:40 > 0:30:47- "A bit of stone with seaweed spread - Where gulls come to be lonely
0:30:49 > 0:30:55- "A tiny dingle is Milk Wood - By Golden Grove 'neath Grongar
0:30:56 > 0:31:03- "But let me choose and oh! I should - Love all my life and longer
0:31:06 > 0:31:14- "To stroll among our trees and stray - In Goosegog Lane, on Donkey Down
0:31:15 > 0:31:22- "And hear the Dewi sing all day - And never, never leave the town"
0:31:42 > 0:31:46- The Reverend Jenkins - closes the front door.
0:31:46 > 0:31:49- His morning service is over.
0:31:56 > 0:31:59- # I lived by the Castle Keep
0:32:00 > 0:32:03- # Sixpence a week was my wages
0:32:03 > 0:32:06- # For working for the chimbley-sweep
0:32:07 > 0:32:10- # Come and sweep my chimbley
0:32:10 > 0:32:13- # Come and sweep my chimbley #
0:32:17 > 0:32:19- Where you get that hair from?
0:32:19 > 0:32:21- Where you get that hair from?- - Got it from an old tom cat.
0:32:21 > 0:32:23- Give it back then, love.
0:32:23 > 0:32:24- Oh there's a perm!
0:32:25 > 0:32:27- Where you get that nose from, Lily?
0:32:27 > 0:32:28- Where you get that nose from, Lily?- - Got it from my father, silly.
0:32:29 > 0:32:32- You've got it on upside down! - Oh there's a conk!
0:32:33 > 0:32:34- Look at your complexion!
0:32:34 > 0:32:37- Look at your complexion!- - Oh no, you look.
0:32:37 > 0:32:39- Needs a bit of make-up.
0:32:39 > 0:32:40- Needs a veil.
0:32:40 > 0:32:42- Needs a veil.- - Oh there's glamour!
0:32:42 > 0:32:44- Where you get that smile, Lil?
0:32:44 > 0:32:45- Where you get that smile, Lil?- - Never you mind, girl.
0:32:46 > 0:32:47- Nobody loves you.
0:32:47 > 0:32:49- That's what you think.
0:32:49 > 0:32:51- That's what you think.- - Who is it loves you?
0:32:51 > 0:32:53- Shan't tell.
0:32:53 > 0:32:54- Come on, Lily.
0:32:54 > 0:32:55- Come on, Lily.- - Cross your heart then?
0:32:55 > 0:32:57- Cross my heart.
0:32:58 > 0:33:03- And very softly, her lips - almost touching her reflection...
0:33:03 > 0:33:06- ..she breathes the name - and clouds the shaving-glass.
0:33:06 > 0:33:07- Lily!
0:33:07 > 0:33:08- Lily!- - Yes, Mam?
0:33:08 > 0:33:10- Where's my tea, girl?
0:33:13 > 0:33:16- Where d'you think? In the cat-box.
0:33:17 > 0:33:18- Lily!
0:33:18 > 0:33:20- Lily!- - Coming up, Mam!
0:33:31 > 0:33:34- Mr Pugh - in the School House opposite...
0:33:34 > 0:33:36- ..takes up the morning tea - to Mrs Pugh...
0:33:37 > 0:33:40- ..and whispers on the stairs...
0:33:40 > 0:33:43- Here's your arsenic, dear.
0:33:46 > 0:33:48- And your weedkiller biscuit.
0:33:50 > 0:33:53- I've throttled your parakeet.
0:33:54 > 0:33:56- I've spat in the vases.
0:33:56 > 0:33:58- I've put cheese in the mouseholes.
0:33:58 > 0:33:59- Here's your...
0:34:00 > 0:34:02- ..nice tea, dear.
0:34:02 > 0:34:04- Too much sugar.
0:34:05 > 0:34:07- You haven't tasted it yet, dear.
0:34:08 > 0:34:09- Too much milk, then.
0:34:10 > 0:34:12- Has Mr Jenkins said his poetry?
0:34:12 > 0:34:13- Yes, dear.
0:34:14 > 0:34:17- Then it's time to get up. - Give me my glasses.
0:34:18 > 0:34:23- No, not my reading glasses, - I want to look out.
0:34:23 > 0:34:25- I want to see.
0:34:34 > 0:34:38- Lily Smalls the treasure down on her - red knees washing the front step.
0:34:39 > 0:34:42- She's tucked her dress - in her bloomers...
0:34:43 > 0:34:45- ..oh, the baggage!
0:34:51 > 0:34:53- PC Atilla Rees, - stamping out of Handcuff House...
0:34:54 > 0:34:57- ..in a heavy beef-red huff...
0:34:57 > 0:35:00- ..black browed...
0:35:01 > 0:35:02- ..under his damp helmet...
0:35:05 > 0:35:08- He's going to arrest Polly Garter, - mark my words.
0:35:08 > 0:35:10- What for, dear?
0:35:10 > 0:35:11- What for, dear?- - For having babies.
0:35:11 > 0:35:14- ..and lumbering down - towards the strand...
0:35:14 > 0:35:16- ..to see that the sea - is still there.
0:35:17 > 0:35:20- Mary Ann Sailors, opening her - bedroom window above the taproom...
0:35:21 > 0:35:23- ..and calling out to the heavens.
0:35:23 > 0:35:29- I'm eighty-five years - three months and a day!
0:35:30 > 0:35:34- I will say this for her, - she never makes a mistake.
0:35:39 > 0:35:42- Organ Morgan - at his bedroom window...
0:35:42 > 0:35:45- ..playing chords on the sill - to the morning fishwife gulls...
0:35:46 > 0:35:48- ..who, heckling over Donkey Street, - observe.
0:35:49 > 0:35:52- Me, Dai Bread, hurrying to the - bakery, pushing in my shirt-tails...
0:35:52 > 0:35:55- ..buttoning my waistcoat - ping goes a button...
0:35:56 > 0:35:57- ..why can't they sew them.
0:35:57 > 0:36:02- No time for breakfast, nothing for - breakfast, there's wives for you.
0:36:03 > 0:36:05- Me, Mrs Dai Bread One...
0:36:06 > 0:36:07- ..capped and shawled...
0:36:08 > 0:36:09- ..and no old corset...
0:36:09 > 0:36:11- ..nice to be comfy...
0:36:12 > 0:36:14- ..nice to be nice...
0:36:14 > 0:36:17- ..clogging on the cobbles - to stir up a neighbour.
0:36:17 > 0:36:19- Me, Mrs Dai Bread Two...
0:36:20 > 0:36:21- ..gypsied to kill...
0:36:22 > 0:36:24- ..in a silky scarlet petticoat...
0:36:24 > 0:36:26- ..above my knees...
0:36:27 > 0:36:30- ..high-heel shoes - with one heel missing...
0:36:30 > 0:36:35- ..tortoise shell comb - in my bright black slinky hair...
0:36:35 > 0:36:37- ..nothing else at all...
0:36:38 > 0:36:39- ..but a dab of scent...
0:36:39 > 0:36:42- ..tell your fortune - in the tea-leaves...
0:36:42 > 0:36:46- ..scowling at the sunshine, - lighting up my pipe.
0:36:48 > 0:36:50- Me, Nogood Boyo...
0:36:50 > 0:36:52- ..up to no good in the wash-house.
0:36:53 > 0:36:56- Me, Miss Price, - in my pretty print housecoat...
0:36:56 > 0:37:00- ..deft at the clothesline, - natty as a jenny-wren...
0:37:00 > 0:37:03- ..then pit-pat back - to my egg in its cosy...
0:37:03 > 0:37:06- Me, Polly Garter, - under the washing line...
0:37:06 > 0:37:09- ..giving the breast in the garden - to my bonny new baby.
0:37:09 > 0:37:14- Nothing grows in our garden, - only washing. And babies.
0:37:14 > 0:37:17- And where's their fathers live, - my love?
0:37:18 > 0:37:21- Over the hills and far away.
0:37:21 > 0:37:24- Oh, isn't life a terrible thing...
0:37:24 > 0:37:26- ..thank God?
0:37:52 > 0:37:53- Now frying-pans spit...
0:37:53 > 0:37:57- ..kettles and cats - purr in the kitchen.
0:37:57 > 0:38:01- The town smells of seaweed - and breakfast.
0:38:02 > 0:38:06- Willy Nilly postman, downs his - last bucket of black brackish tea...
0:38:07 > 0:38:10- ..and rumbles out bandy - to the clucking back...
0:38:10 > 0:38:15- ..where the hens twitch and grieve - for their tea-soaked sops.
0:38:15 > 0:38:19- Mrs Willy Nilly, full of tea - to her double-chinned brim...
0:38:19 > 0:38:22- ..broods and bubbles - over her coven of kettles...
0:38:22 > 0:38:27- ..on the hissing hot range - always ready to steam open the mail.
0:38:30 > 0:38:34- Mr and Mrs Cherry Owen, - in their Donkey Street room...
0:38:34 > 0:38:37- ..that is bedroom, - parlour, kitchen, and scullery...
0:38:38 > 0:38:40- ..sit down to last night's supper.
0:38:41 > 0:38:44- See that smudge on the wall - by the picture of Auntie Blossom?
0:38:45 > 0:38:47- That's where you threw the sago.
0:38:48 > 0:38:49- You only missed me by a inch.
0:38:49 > 0:38:52- I always miss Auntie Blossom too.
0:38:53 > 0:38:55- Remember last night?
0:38:55 > 0:38:59- In you reeled, my boy, - as drunk as a deacon...
0:38:59 > 0:39:03- ..with a big wet bucket - and a fish-frail full of stout...
0:39:03 > 0:39:06- ..and you looked at me - and you said...
0:39:07 > 0:39:10- ..'God has come home!'
0:39:10 > 0:39:14- You said, and then - over the bucket you went...
0:39:14 > 0:39:17- ..sprawling and bawling...
0:39:19 > 0:39:25- ..and the floor - was all flagons and eels.
0:39:26 > 0:39:27- And then...
0:39:28 > 0:39:30- ..you took off your trousers...
0:39:30 > 0:39:32- ..and you said...
0:39:33 > 0:39:35- ..'Does anybody want a fight!'
0:39:36 > 0:39:39- Oh, you old baboon.
0:39:40 > 0:39:41- Give me a kiss.
0:39:45 > 0:39:48- And then you sang 'Aberystwyth'...
0:39:49 > 0:39:50- ..tenor...
0:39:56 > 0:39:58- ..and bass.
0:40:01 > 0:40:03- I always sing 'Aberystwyth'.
0:40:04 > 0:40:07- And then you did a little dance - on the table.
0:40:07 > 0:40:08- I did?
0:40:08 > 0:40:09- I did?- - Drop dead!
0:40:11 > 0:40:13- And then what did I do?
0:40:14 > 0:40:16- Then you cried like a baby...
0:40:17 > 0:40:19- ..and said - you were a poor drunk orphan...
0:40:19 > 0:40:21- ..with nowhere to go but the grave.
0:40:22 > 0:40:24- And what did I do next, my dear?
0:40:24 > 0:40:27- Then you danced on the table - all over again...
0:40:27 > 0:40:31- ..and said you were King - Solomon Owen and I was your...
0:40:31 > 0:40:33- ..Mrs Sheba.
0:40:33 > 0:40:34- And then?
0:40:37 > 0:40:39- And then I got you into bed...
0:40:40 > 0:40:43- ..and you snored all night - like a brewery.
0:40:51 > 0:40:53- Up the street, - in the Sailors Arms...
0:40:53 > 0:40:56- ..Sinbad Sailors, - grandson of Mary Ann Sailors...
0:40:57 > 0:40:59- ..draws a pint in the sunlit bar.
0:40:59 > 0:41:03- The ship's clock in the bar - says half past eleven.
0:41:03 > 0:41:06- Half past eleven is opening time.
0:41:06 > 0:41:08- The hands of the clock...
0:41:08 > 0:41:12- ..have stayed still - at half past eleven for fifty years.
0:41:12 > 0:41:15- It is always opening time - in the Sailors Arms.
0:41:16 > 0:41:19- Here's to me, Sinbad.
0:41:23 > 0:41:26- All over the town, - babies and old men are cleaned...
0:41:27 > 0:41:30- ..and put into their broken prams...
0:41:30 > 0:41:33- ..and wheeled - on to the sunlit cockled cobbles.
0:41:33 > 0:41:37- Noses are wiped, heads picked, - hair combed, paws scrubbed...
0:41:37 > 0:41:41- ..ears boxed, and the children - shrilled off to school.
0:41:42 > 0:41:46- Nogood Boyo - goes out in the dinghy Zanzibar...
0:41:46 > 0:41:52- ..ships the oars, drifts slowly - in the dab-filled bay...
0:41:52 > 0:41:56- ..and, lying on his back - in the unbaked water...
0:41:56 > 0:41:59- ..among crabs' legs - and tangled lines...
0:41:59 > 0:42:02- ..looks up at the spring sky.
0:42:05 > 0:42:07- I don't know who's up there...
0:42:08 > 0:42:10- ..and I don't care.
0:42:18 > 0:42:20- That's Willy Nilly - knocking at Bay View.
0:42:21 > 0:42:24- Rat-a-tat, very soft.
0:42:25 > 0:42:27- The knocker's got a kid glove on.
0:42:29 > 0:42:32- Who's sent a letter - to Mrs Ogmore-Pritchard?
0:42:33 > 0:42:35- Careful now...
0:42:35 > 0:42:38- ..she swabs the front glassy.
0:42:38 > 0:42:41- Every step's like a bar of soap.
0:42:41 > 0:42:44- Mind your size twelveses.
0:42:44 > 0:42:49- That old Bessie would beeswax - the lawn to make the birds slip.
0:42:50 > 0:42:52- Morning, Mrs Ogmore-Pritchard.
0:42:52 > 0:42:54- Good morning, postman.
0:42:54 > 0:42:58- Here's a letter for you with stamped - and addressed envelope enclosed...
0:42:58 > 0:43:00- ..all the way from Builth Wells.
0:43:01 > 0:43:03- A gentleman wants to study birds...
0:43:03 > 0:43:06- ..and can he have accommodation - for two weeks and a bath.
0:43:06 > 0:43:08- Vegetarian.
0:43:14 > 0:43:15- No.
0:43:15 > 0:43:18- You wouldn't know he was - in the house, Mrs Ogmore-Pritchard.
0:43:18 > 0:43:21- He'd be out in the mornings - at the bang of dawn...
0:43:21 > 0:43:25- ..with his bag of breadcrumbs - and his little telescope...
0:43:29 > 0:43:33- And come home at all hours - covered with feathers.
0:43:35 > 0:43:37- I don't want persons - in my nice clean rooms...
0:43:37 > 0:43:39- ..breathing all over the chairs...
0:43:40 > 0:43:42- Cross my heart, he won't breathe.
0:43:47 > 0:43:49- ..and putting their feet - on my carpets...
0:43:49 > 0:43:51- ..and sneezing on my china...
0:43:53 > 0:43:55- ..and sleeping in my sheets...
0:44:00 > 0:44:02- He only wants a single bed, - Mrs Ogmore...
0:44:06 > 0:44:07- ..Pritchard.
0:44:16 > 0:44:20- And back she goes to the kitchen - to polish the potatoes.
0:44:26 > 0:44:27- One...
0:44:28 > 0:44:30- ..two, three, four...
0:44:31 > 0:44:32- ..five...
0:44:35 > 0:44:36- That's Mrs Rose Cottage.
0:44:37 > 0:44:39- What's today?
0:44:40 > 0:44:44- Today she gets the letter - from her sister in Gorslas.
0:44:44 > 0:44:45- How's the twins' teeth?
0:44:48 > 0:44:50- He's stopping at School House.
0:44:51 > 0:44:52- Good morning Mrs Pugh.
0:44:52 > 0:44:56- Mrs Ogmore-Pritchard won't have - a gentleman in from Builth Wells...
0:44:56 > 0:44:58- ..because he'll sleep - in her sheets.
0:44:58 > 0:45:01- Mrs Rose Cottage's sister - in Gorslas's twins...
0:45:01 > 0:45:03- ..have got to have them out...
0:45:03 > 0:45:05- Give me the parcel.
0:45:06 > 0:45:08- It's for Mr Pugh, Mrs Pugh.
0:45:08 > 0:45:10- It's for Mr Pugh, Mrs Pugh.- - Never you mind. What's inside it?
0:45:10 > 0:45:14- A book called - Lives of the Great Poisoners.
0:45:25 > 0:45:27- Morning, Mr Edwards.
0:45:27 > 0:45:28- Very small news.
0:45:29 > 0:45:32- Mrs Ogmore-Pritchard - won't have birds in the house...
0:45:32 > 0:45:35- ..and Mr Pugh's bought a book now - on how to do in Mrs Pugh.
0:45:36 > 0:45:37- Have you got a letter from her?
0:45:40 > 0:45:43- Miss Price loves you - with all her heart.
0:45:43 > 0:45:45- Smelling of lavender today.
0:45:46 > 0:45:48- She's down to the last - of the elderflower wine...
0:45:48 > 0:45:50- ..but the quince jam's bearing up...
0:45:51 > 0:45:53- ..and she's knitting roses - on the doilies.
0:45:54 > 0:45:56- Last week she sold - three jars of boiled sweets...
0:45:56 > 0:45:59- ..pound of humbugs, - half a box of jellybabies...
0:45:59 > 0:46:01- ..and six coloured photos - of Llareggub.
0:46:02 > 0:46:04- Yours for ever. Then twenty-one X's.
0:46:07 > 0:46:11- Oh, Willy Nilly, she's a ruby!
0:46:11 > 0:46:12- Here's my letter.
0:46:13 > 0:46:14- Put it into her hands now.
0:46:30 > 0:46:33- All the women - are out this morning, in the sun.
0:46:35 > 0:46:37- You can tell it's Spring.
0:46:38 > 0:46:39- There goes Mrs Cherry...
0:46:40 > 0:46:42- ..you can tell her - by her trotters...
0:46:42 > 0:46:45- ..off she trots new as a daisy.
0:46:46 > 0:46:48- Who's that talking by the pump?
0:46:49 > 0:46:52- Mrs Floyd and Boyo, - talking flatfish.
0:46:52 > 0:46:54- What can you talk about flatfish?
0:46:55 > 0:46:58- High heels now...
0:46:58 > 0:47:00- ..in the morning too...
0:47:01 > 0:47:03- ..Mrs Rose Cottage's eldest Mae...
0:47:03 > 0:47:06- ..seventeen - and never been kissed ho ho...
0:47:06 > 0:47:09- ..going young and milking - under my window...
0:47:09 > 0:47:11- ..to the field - with the nannygoats...
0:47:12 > 0:47:14- ..she reminds me all the way.
0:47:16 > 0:47:20- Can't hear what the women - are gabbing round the pump.
0:47:21 > 0:47:22- Same as ever.
0:47:23 > 0:47:26- Who's having a baby, - who blacked whose eye...
0:47:26 > 0:47:30- ..seen Polly Garter - giving her belly an airing...
0:47:30 > 0:47:33- ..who's dead, who's dying...
0:47:33 > 0:47:35- ..there's a lovely day...
0:47:35 > 0:47:37- ..oh the cost of soapflakes!
0:47:38 > 0:47:39- Mrs Ogmore-Pritchard...
0:47:39 > 0:47:40- Mrs Ogmore-Pritchard...- - ..la di da...
0:47:40 > 0:47:42- ..got a man in Builth Wells...
0:47:42 > 0:47:45- ..and he got a little telescope - to look at birds.
0:47:45 > 0:47:46- Willy Nilly said...
0:47:46 > 0:47:48- Willy Nilly said...- - Remember her first husband?
0:47:48 > 0:47:50- He didn't need a telescope.
0:47:50 > 0:47:52- He looked at them undressing - through the keyhole.
0:47:53 > 0:47:54- And he used to shout Tallyho.
0:47:55 > 0:47:57- But Mr Ogmore - was a proper gentleman.
0:47:57 > 0:48:00- Even though he hanged his collie.
0:48:00 > 0:48:01- Seen Mrs Butcher Beynon?
0:48:02 > 0:48:05- She said Butcher Beynon - put dogs in the mincer.
0:48:05 > 0:48:07- Go on, he's pulling her leg.
0:48:08 > 0:48:10- Now don't you dare tell her that, - there's a dear.
0:48:11 > 0:48:14- Or she'll think he's trying - to pull it off and eat it.
0:48:14 > 0:48:17- There's a nasty lot live here - when you come to think.
0:48:18 > 0:48:19- Organ Morgan's at it early.
0:48:20 > 0:48:21- You can tell it's Spring...
0:48:22 > 0:48:24- ..and he hears - the noise of milk-cans.
0:48:24 > 0:48:27- And how's Organ Morgan, Mrs Morgan?
0:48:27 > 0:48:29- You look dead beat.
0:48:30 > 0:48:33- It's organ organ all the time - with him.
0:48:33 > 0:48:36- Up every night until midnight - playing the organ.
0:48:39 > 0:48:43- Oh, I'm a martyr to music.
0:48:49 > 0:48:51- Somebody's coming.
0:48:53 > 0:48:56- Now the voices round the pump - can see somebody coming.
0:48:57 > 0:48:58- Hush...
0:48:59 > 0:49:01- ..there's a hush!
0:49:04 > 0:49:06- You can tell - by the noise of the hush...
0:49:09 > 0:49:11- ..it's Polly Garter.
0:49:32 > 0:49:35- Hullo, Polly my love...
0:49:35 > 0:49:38- ..can you hear - the dumb goose-hiss of the wives...
0:49:38 > 0:49:43- ..as they huddle and peck - or flounce at a waddle away?
0:49:43 > 0:49:45- Who cuddled you when?
0:49:45 > 0:49:49- Which of their pandering hubbies - moaned in Milk Wood...
0:49:50 > 0:49:54- ..for your naughty mothering arms - and body like a wardrobe, love?
0:49:54 > 0:49:56- Too late, cock...
0:49:56 > 0:49:57- ..too late.
0:49:58 > 0:50:01- For the town's half over - with its morning.
0:50:02 > 0:50:05- The morning's busy as bees.
0:50:05 > 0:50:07- There's the clip clop of horses...
0:50:07 > 0:50:11- ..on the sunhoneyed cobbles - of the humming streets...
0:50:11 > 0:50:15- ..hammering of horse-shoes, - gobble quack and cackle...
0:50:16 > 0:50:19- ..tomtit twitter - from the bird-ounced boughs...
0:50:19 > 0:50:21- ..braying on Donkey Down.
0:50:22 > 0:50:25- Crow caw, pigeon coo, - clock strike, bull bellow...
0:50:26 > 0:50:29- ..and the ragged gabble - of the beargarden school...
0:50:29 > 0:50:33- ..as the women scratch and babble in - Mrs Organ Morgan's general shop...
0:50:34 > 0:50:36- ..where everything is sold: - custard, buckets...
0:50:37 > 0:50:39- ..henna, rat-traps, - shrimp-nets, sugar...
0:50:40 > 0:50:44- ..stamps, confetti, paraffin, - hatchets, whistles.
0:50:44 > 0:50:47- Evans the Death - presses hard with black gloves...
0:50:48 > 0:50:52- ..on the coffin of his breast - in case his heart jumps out.
0:51:04 > 0:51:08- Outside, the sun springs down - on the rough and tumbling town.
0:51:08 > 0:51:11- It runs through the hedges - of Goosegog Lane...
0:51:11 > 0:51:13- ..cuffing the birds to sing.
0:51:13 > 0:51:18- Spring whips green down Cockle Row, - and the shells ring out.
0:51:20 > 0:51:26- Llareggub this snip of a morning - is wildfruit and warm...
0:51:26 > 0:51:30- ..the streets, fields, - sands and waters...
0:51:30 > 0:51:32- ..springing in the young sun.
0:51:38 > 0:51:43- Spring stirs Gossamer Beynon - schoolmistress like a spoon.
0:51:43 > 0:51:48- No, I'll take the mulatto, - by God, who's captain here?
0:51:49 > 0:51:51- Parlez-vous jig jig, Madam?
0:52:02 > 0:52:07- It is Spring in Llareggub - in the sun in my old age...
0:52:07 > 0:52:10- ..and this is the Chosen Land.
0:52:24 > 0:52:26- And this is the Chosen Land.
0:52:48 > 0:52:51- And in Willy Nilly the Postman's - dark and sizzling...
0:52:52 > 0:52:54- ..damp tea-coated - misty pygmy kitchen...
0:52:54 > 0:52:58- ..where the spittingcat kettles - throb and hop on the range...
0:52:58 > 0:53:01- ..Mrs Willy Nilly steams open - Mr Mog Edwards' letter...
0:53:01 > 0:53:05- ..to Miss Myfanwy Price - and reads it aloud to Willy Nilly...
0:53:05 > 0:53:07- ..by the squint of the Spring sun...
0:53:07 > 0:53:11- ..through the one sealed window - running with tears...
0:53:11 > 0:53:14- ..while the drugged, bedraggled hens - at the back door...
0:53:14 > 0:53:18- ..whimper and snivel - for the lickerish bog-black tea.
0:53:22 > 0:53:24- From Manchester House, Llareggub.
0:53:25 > 0:53:29- Sole Prop: Mr Mog Edwards - (late of Twll)...
0:53:29 > 0:53:32- ..Linendraper, Haberdasher...
0:53:32 > 0:53:36- ..Master Tailor, Costumier.
0:53:37 > 0:53:38- Beloved Myfanwy Price...
0:53:39 > 0:53:41- ..my Bride in Heaven...
0:53:42 > 0:53:45- ..I love you - until Death do us part...
0:53:46 > 0:53:51- ..and then we shall be together - for ever and ever.
0:53:55 > 0:53:59- A new parcel of ribbons - has come from Carmarthen today...
0:53:59 > 0:54:01- ..all the colours in the rainbow.
0:54:02 > 0:54:06- I wish I could tie a ribbon in your - hair a white one but it cannot be.
0:54:07 > 0:54:12- Polly Garter bought two garters with - roses but she never got stockings...
0:54:12 > 0:54:14- ..so what is the use I say.
0:54:15 > 0:54:19- Mr Waldo tried to sell me - a woman's nightie outsize...
0:54:19 > 0:54:21- ..he said he found it...
0:54:21 > 0:54:23- ..and we know where.
0:54:23 > 0:54:26- If this goes on - I shall be in the workhouse.
0:54:27 > 0:54:30- My heart is in your bosom - and yours is in mine.
0:54:31 > 0:54:35- God be with you always - Myfanwy Price...
0:54:35 > 0:54:38- ..and keep you lovely for me - in His Heavenly Mansion.
0:54:39 > 0:54:44- I must stop now and remain, - Your Eternal, Mog Edwards.
0:54:45 > 0:54:48- And then a little message - with a rubber stamp.
0:54:49 > 0:54:50- Shop at Mog's!
0:54:55 > 0:54:59- And Willy Nilly, rumbling, - jockeys out again.
0:55:09 > 0:55:12- Herring gulls - heckling down to the harbour...
0:55:12 > 0:55:16- ..where the fishermen spit - and prop the morning up...
0:55:16 > 0:55:20- ..and eye the fishy sea smooth...
0:55:20 > 0:55:24- ..to the sea's end - as it lulls in blue.
0:55:25 > 0:55:28- But with blue lazy eyes - the fishermen gaze...
0:55:28 > 0:55:33- ..at that milkmaid whispering water - with no nick or ripple...
0:55:33 > 0:55:38- ..as though it blew great guns - and serpents and typhooned the town.
0:55:39 > 0:55:41- Too rough for fishing today.
0:55:42 > 0:55:46- From one of the finger-bowls - a primrose grows.
0:55:46 > 0:55:48- Cross my palm with silver.
0:55:49 > 0:55:51- Out of our housekeeping money.
0:55:56 > 0:55:57- Oh.
0:56:02 > 0:56:04- What d'you see, lovie?
0:56:04 > 0:56:05- Oh.
0:56:06 > 0:56:09- I see a featherbed. - With three pillows on it.
0:56:09 > 0:56:11- And a text above the bed.
0:56:11 > 0:56:15- I can't read what it says, - there's great clouds blowing.
0:56:15 > 0:56:17- Now they have blown away.
0:56:17 > 0:56:20- God is Love, the text says.
0:56:20 > 0:56:21- That's our bed.
0:56:21 > 0:56:23- That's our bed.- - And now it's vanished.
0:56:23 > 0:56:25- The sun's spinning like a top.
0:56:26 > 0:56:28- Who's this coming out of the sun?
0:56:28 > 0:56:31- It's a hairy little man - with big pink lips.
0:56:32 > 0:56:33- He got a wall eye.
0:56:33 > 0:56:35- He got a wall eye.- - It's Dai, it's Dai Bread!
0:56:35 > 0:56:38- Ssh! The featherbed's floating back.
0:56:38 > 0:56:41- The little man's - taking his boots off.
0:56:41 > 0:56:42- He's climbing into bed.
0:56:42 > 0:56:44- He's climbing into bed.- - Go on, go on.
0:56:44 > 0:56:45- There's two women in bed.
0:56:46 > 0:56:49- He looks at them both, - with his head cocked on one side.
0:56:49 > 0:56:51- He's whistling through his teeth.
0:56:52 > 0:56:56- Now he grips his little arms - round one of the women.
0:56:56 > 0:56:59- Which one, which one?
0:57:00 > 0:57:02- I can't see any more.
0:57:02 > 0:57:04- There's great clouds blowing again.
0:57:04 > 0:57:07- Ach, the mean old clouds!
0:57:16 > 0:57:18- # I loved a man
0:57:20 > 0:57:22- # Whose name was Tom
0:57:23 > 0:57:26- # He was strong as a bear
0:57:27 > 0:57:31- # And two yards long
0:57:32 > 0:57:35- # I loved a man
0:57:36 > 0:57:38- # Whose name was Dick
0:57:39 > 0:57:42- # He was big as a barrel
0:57:43 > 0:57:47- # And three feet thick
0:57:48 > 0:57:52- # And I loved a man
0:57:53 > 0:57:56- # Whose name was Harry
0:57:58 > 0:58:00- # Six feet tall
0:58:00 > 0:58:04- # And sweet as a cherry
0:58:04 > 0:58:08- # But the one I loved best
0:58:09 > 0:58:13- # Awake or asleep
0:58:14 > 0:58:18- # Was little Willy Wee
0:58:19 > 0:58:27- # And he's six feet deep #
0:58:30 > 0:58:33- Praise the Lord!
0:58:35 > 0:58:37- We are a musical nation.
0:58:50 > 0:58:52- Oh, Mr Waldo!
0:58:53 > 0:58:56- I dote on that Gossamer Beynon.
0:58:57 > 0:58:59- She's a lady...
0:58:59 > 0:59:01- ..all over.
0:59:02 > 0:59:07- No lady that I know is.
0:59:07 > 0:59:10- And if only grandma'd die...
0:59:10 > 0:59:14- ..cross my heart I'd go down - on my knees Mr Waldo...
0:59:14 > 0:59:15- ..and I'd say...
0:59:16 > 0:59:19- ..Miss Gossamer...
0:59:20 > 0:59:22- ..I'd say...
0:59:26 > 0:59:30- Gossamer Beynon - high-heels out of school.
0:59:31 > 0:59:32- The sun hums down...
0:59:33 > 0:59:35- ..through the cotton flowers - of her dress...
0:59:36 > 0:59:38- ..into the bell of her heart...
0:59:38 > 0:59:42- ..and buzzes in the honey there - and couches and kisses...
0:59:42 > 0:59:47- ..lazy-loving and boozed, - in her red-berried breast.
0:59:49 > 0:59:52- Eyes run from the trees - and windows of the street...
0:59:53 > 0:59:59- ..steaming 'Gossamer,' and strip her - to the nipples and the bees.
1:00:00 > 1:00:03- She blazes naked - past the Sailors Arms.
1:00:03 > 1:00:05- The only woman - on the Dai-Adamed earth.
1:00:06 > 1:00:09- Sinbad Sailors - places on her thighs...
1:00:09 > 1:00:13- ..still dew-damp from the first - man-growing cockcrow garden...
1:00:13 > 1:00:17- ..his reverent goat-bearded hands.
1:00:17 > 1:00:20- "I don't care if he is common."
1:00:20 > 1:00:22- ..she whispers to her salad-day, - deep self.
1:00:24 > 1:00:26- I want to gobble him up.
1:00:27 > 1:00:29- I don't care - if he does drop his aitches.
1:00:29 > 1:00:33- She tells the stripped - and mother-of-the-world...
1:00:33 > 1:00:37- ..big-beamed and Eve-hipped - spring of her self.
1:00:37 > 1:00:41- So long as he's all cucumber - and hooves.
1:00:43 > 1:00:47- Oh, beautiful...
1:00:47 > 1:00:48- ..beautiful...
1:00:48 > 1:00:51- ..Gossamer B.
1:00:52 > 1:00:57- I wish, I wish that you were for me.
1:00:58 > 1:01:02- I wish you were not so...
1:01:03 > 1:01:05- ..educated.
1:01:08 > 1:01:12- She feels his goatbeard tickle her - in the middle of the world...
1:01:12 > 1:01:16- ..like a tuft of wiry fire, and - she turns in a terror of delight...
1:01:16 > 1:01:19- ..away from his whips - and whiskery conflagration...
1:01:20 > 1:01:25- ..and sits down in the kitchen - to a plate heaped high.
1:01:38 > 1:01:42- Persons with manners - do not read at table.
1:01:49 > 1:01:52- Some persons - were brought up in pigsties.
1:01:54 > 1:01:58- Pigs don't read at table, dear.
1:01:59 > 1:02:02- Pigs can't read, my dear.
1:02:06 > 1:02:08- I know one who can.
1:02:10 > 1:02:14- Alone in the hissing laboratory - of his wishes...
1:02:14 > 1:02:18- ..Mr Pugh minces - among bad vats and jeroboams...
1:02:19 > 1:02:22- ..tiptoes through spinneys - of murdering herbs...
1:02:22 > 1:02:25- ..agony dancing in his crucibles...
1:02:26 > 1:02:28- ..and mixes especially - for Mrs Pugh...
1:02:29 > 1:02:32- ..a venomous porridge - unknown to toxicologists...
1:02:33 > 1:02:37- ..which will scald - and viper through her...
1:02:37 > 1:02:40- ..until her ears - fall off like figs...
1:02:40 > 1:02:43- ..her toes grow big and black - as balloons...
1:02:43 > 1:02:46- ..and steam - comes screaming out of her navel.
1:02:47 > 1:02:48- You know best, dear...
1:02:53 > 1:02:56- What's that book by your trough, - Mr Pugh?
1:02:56 > 1:02:58- It's a theological work, my dear.
1:03:00 > 1:03:01- Lives of the Great...
1:03:04 > 1:03:05- ..Saints.
1:03:09 > 1:03:12- I saw you talking to a saint - this morning.
1:03:12 > 1:03:15- Saint Polly Garter.
1:03:15 > 1:03:18- She was martyred again last night.
1:03:18 > 1:03:22- Mrs Organ Morgan - saw her with Mr Waldo.
1:03:27 > 1:03:31- But you don't go nesting in long - combinations I said to myself...
1:03:31 > 1:03:33- ..like Mr Waldo was wearing...
1:03:33 > 1:03:37- ..and your dress nearly over - your head like Polly Garter's.
1:03:38 > 1:03:40- Oh, they didn't fool me.
1:03:43 > 1:03:47- It isn't the right kind of hobby at - all for a woman that can't say No...
1:03:47 > 1:03:49- ..even to midgets.
1:03:49 > 1:03:50- Remember Bob Spit?
1:03:50 > 1:03:52- He wasn't any bigger than a baby...
1:03:53 > 1:03:54- ..and he gave her two.
1:03:56 > 1:04:01- But they're two nice boys, - I will say that...
1:04:01 > 1:04:03- ..Fred Spit and Arthur.
1:04:07 > 1:04:08- Sometimes...
1:04:08 > 1:04:10- ..I like Fred best...
1:04:11 > 1:04:13- ..and sometimes I like Arthur.
1:04:16 > 1:04:18- Who do you like best, Organ?
1:04:18 > 1:04:20- Oh, Bach...
1:04:20 > 1:04:22- ..without any doubt.
1:04:22 > 1:04:24- Bach every time for me.
1:04:26 > 1:04:28- Organ Morgan...
1:04:28 > 1:04:31- ..you haven't been listening - to a word I said.
1:04:31 > 1:04:35- It's organ, organ - all the time with you.
1:04:36 > 1:04:37- And then...
1:04:41 > 1:04:42- ..Palestrina.
1:05:09 > 1:05:12- Captain Cat, at his window - thrown wide to the sun...
1:05:13 > 1:05:16- ..and the clippered seas - he sailed long ago...
1:05:16 > 1:05:18- ..when his eyes - were blue and bright...
1:05:18 > 1:05:22- ..slumbers and voyages; - ear-ringed and rolling.
1:05:25 > 1:05:28- I Love You Rosie Probert - tattooed on his belly...
1:05:29 > 1:05:32- ..he brawls with broken bottles...
1:05:33 > 1:05:36- ..in the fug and babel - of the dark dock bars...
1:05:36 > 1:05:39- ..roves with a herd - of short and good time cows...
1:05:40 > 1:05:42- ..in every naughty - port and twines and souses...
1:05:43 > 1:05:45- ..with the drowned - and blowzy-breasted dead.
1:05:46 > 1:05:50- He weeps as he sleeps and sails.
1:05:51 > 1:05:55- One voice of all he remembers most - dearly as his dream buckets down.
1:05:58 > 1:06:02- Lazy early Rosie - with the flaxen thatch...
1:06:02 > 1:06:08- ..whom he shared with Tom-Fred the - donkeyman and many another seaman...
1:06:08 > 1:06:13- ..clearly and near to him - speaks from the bedroom of her dust.
1:06:14 > 1:06:18- In that gulf and haven, - fleets by the dozen have anchored...
1:06:19 > 1:06:21- ..for the little heaven - of the night...
1:06:21 > 1:06:27- ..but she speaks - to Captain napping Cat alone.
1:06:27 > 1:06:29- Mrs Probert...
1:06:29 > 1:06:31- From Duck Lane, Jack.
1:06:32 > 1:06:34- Quack twice...
1:06:34 > 1:06:36- ..and ask for Rosie.
1:06:37 > 1:06:42- ..is the one love of his sea-life - that was sardined with women.
1:06:43 > 1:06:47- What seas did you see, - Tom Cat, Tom Cat...
1:06:48 > 1:06:51- ..in your sailoring days - long long ago?
1:06:51 > 1:06:56- What sea beasts - were in the wavery green...
1:06:57 > 1:07:01- ..when you were my master?
1:07:03 > 1:07:05- I'll tell you the truth.
1:07:05 > 1:07:10- Seas barking like seals, - blue seas and green.
1:07:11 > 1:07:16- Seas covered with eels - and mermen and whales.
1:07:18 > 1:07:25- Knock twice, Jack, at the door - of my grave and ask for Rosie.
1:07:27 > 1:07:28- Remember her.
1:07:29 > 1:07:30- She is forgetting.
1:07:32 > 1:07:35- The earth which filled her mouth - is vanishing from her.
1:07:37 > 1:07:38- Remember me.
1:07:39 > 1:07:42- I have forgotten you.
1:07:43 > 1:07:47- I am going into the darkness - of the darkness for ever.
1:07:49 > 1:07:52- I have forgotten - that I was ever born.
1:07:56 > 1:08:00- Up the silences and echoes of the - passages of the eternal night...
1:08:01 > 1:08:04- ..and then she forgets him too.
1:08:10 > 1:08:13- Boyo catches a whalebone corset.
1:08:13 > 1:08:16- It is all he has caught all day.
1:08:20 > 1:08:22- She's wearing her nightgown.
1:08:22 > 1:08:25- Would you like this nice wet corset, - Mrs Dai Bread Two?
1:08:26 > 1:08:27- No, I won't!
1:08:28 > 1:08:30- And a bite of my little apple?
1:08:30 > 1:08:32- He offers with no hope.
1:08:33 > 1:08:37- I want to be good Boyo, - but nobody'll let me.
1:08:38 > 1:08:41- He sighs as she writhes politely.
1:08:42 > 1:08:45- The land fades, - the sea flocks silently away...
1:08:47 > 1:08:52- ..and through the warm white cloud - where he lies, silky, tingling...
1:08:52 > 1:08:56- ..uneasy Eastern music - undoes him in a Japanese minute.
1:09:03 > 1:09:05- Now the town is dusk.
1:09:06 > 1:09:09- Each cobble, donkey, goose - and gooseberry street...
1:09:10 > 1:09:12- ..is a thoroughfare of dusk...
1:09:12 > 1:09:18- ..and dusk and ceremonial dust - and night's first darkening snow...
1:09:18 > 1:09:23- ..the sleep of birds, drift under - and through the live dusk...
1:09:24 > 1:09:26- ..of this place of love.
1:09:27 > 1:09:30- Llareggub is the capital of dusk.
1:09:34 > 1:09:37- Mrs Ogmore-Pritchard who, - maddened by besoming...
1:09:37 > 1:09:41- ..swabbing and scrubbing, - the voice of the vacuum-cleaner...
1:09:42 > 1:09:46- ..and the fume of polish - ironically swallowed disinfectant...
1:09:46 > 1:09:51- ..fidgets in her rinsed sleep, wakes - in a dream and nudges in the ribs...
1:09:51 > 1:09:55- ..dead Mr Ogmore, dead Mr Pritchard, - ghostly on either side.
1:09:57 > 1:09:59- Mr Ogmore!
1:09:59 > 1:10:01- Mr Pritchard!
1:10:03 > 1:10:05- It is time to inhale your balsam.
1:10:07 > 1:10:08- Oh, Mrs Ogmore!
1:10:09 > 1:10:11- Oh, Mrs Pritchard!
1:10:14 > 1:10:16- Soon it will be time to get up.
1:10:17 > 1:10:18- Tell me your tasks...
1:10:20 > 1:10:21- ..in order.
1:10:21 > 1:10:24- I must put my pyjamas - in the drawer marked pyjamas.
1:10:24 > 1:10:27- I must take my cold bath - which is good for me.
1:10:27 > 1:10:30- I must wear my flannel band - to ward off sciatica.
1:10:32 > 1:10:36- I must dress behind the curtain - and put on my apron.
1:10:36 > 1:10:37- I must blow my nose.
1:10:38 > 1:10:40- In the garden, if you please.
1:10:42 > 1:10:46- In a piece of tissue-paper - which I afterwards burn.
1:10:46 > 1:10:49- I must take my salts - which are nature's friend.
1:10:51 > 1:10:53- I must boil the drinking water - because of germs.
1:10:54 > 1:10:57- I must make my herb tea - which is free from tannin.
1:10:57 > 1:10:59- And have a charcoal biscuit - which is good for me.
1:11:00 > 1:11:02- I may smoke one pipe - of asthma mixture.
1:11:02 > 1:11:05- In the woodshed, if you please.
1:11:05 > 1:11:09- And dust the parlour - and spray the canary.
1:11:10 > 1:11:13- I must put on rubber gloves - and search the peke for fleas.
1:11:15 > 1:11:18- I must dust the blinds - and then I must raise them.
1:11:19 > 1:11:22- And before you let the sun in...
1:11:24 > 1:11:26- ..mind it wipes its shoes.
1:11:40 > 1:11:42- I'm fast.
1:11:43 > 1:11:44- I'm a bad lot.
1:11:45 > 1:11:47- God will strike me dead.
1:11:47 > 1:11:49- I'll go to hell.
1:11:49 > 1:11:50- You just wait.
1:11:51 > 1:11:53- I'll sin till I blow up!
1:11:54 > 1:11:57- Down in the dusking town, - Mae Rose Cottage...
1:11:57 > 1:12:01- ..still lying in clover - listens to the nannygoats chew...
1:12:01 > 1:12:04- ..draws circles of lipstick - round her nipples.
1:12:10 > 1:12:15- "Every morning when I wake, - Dear Lord, a little prayer I make
1:12:18 > 1:12:23- "O please to keep Thy lovely eye - on all poor creatures born to die
1:12:26 > 1:12:31- "And every evening at sun-down - I ask a blessing on the town
1:12:34 > 1:12:41- "For whether we last the night or no - I'm sure is always touch-and-go
1:12:46 > 1:12:52- "We are not wholly bad or good - who live our lives under Milk Wood
1:12:55 > 1:13:01- "And Thou, I know, wilt be the first - to see our best side, not our worst
1:13:03 > 1:13:09- "O let us see another day! - Bless us all this night, I pray
1:13:11 > 1:13:14- "And to the sun we all will bow
1:13:15 > 1:13:21- "And say, good-bye - but just for now!"
1:13:30 > 1:13:33- And Lily Smalls is up to Nogood Boyo - in the wash-house.
1:13:37 > 1:13:40- And Cherry Owen, sober as Sunday - as he is every day of the week...
1:13:41 > 1:13:45- ..goes off happy as Saturday - to get drunk as a deacon...
1:13:45 > 1:13:47- ..as he does every night.
1:13:48 > 1:13:52- I always say she's got two husbands, - one drunk and one sober.
1:13:53 > 1:13:57- And aren't I a lucky woman? - Because I love them both.
1:13:57 > 1:13:58- Evening, Cherry.
1:13:58 > 1:13:59- Evening, Cherry.- - Evening, Sinbad.
1:14:00 > 1:14:00- What'll you have?
1:14:00 > 1:14:02- What'll you have?- - Too much.
1:14:02 > 1:14:05- The Sailors Arms is always open...
1:14:05 > 1:14:08- Sinbad suffers to himself, - heartbroken.
1:14:11 > 1:14:13- Oh, Gossamer...
1:14:15 > 1:14:17- ..open yours!
1:14:20 > 1:14:22- Dusk is drowned for ever - until tomorrow.
1:14:23 > 1:14:25- It is all at once night now.
1:14:26 > 1:14:29- The windy town - is a hill of windows...
1:14:29 > 1:14:31- ..and from the larrupped waves...
1:14:31 > 1:14:34- ..the lights of the lamps - in the windows...
1:14:34 > 1:14:37- ..call back the day and the dead - that have run away to sea.
1:14:38 > 1:14:40- All over the calling dark...
1:14:41 > 1:14:45- ..babies and old men - are bribed and lullabied to sleep.
1:14:59 > 1:15:03- Or their daughters cover up the - old unwinking men like parrots...
1:15:04 > 1:15:08- ..and in their little dark - in the lit...
1:15:08 > 1:15:11- ..and bustling - young kitchen corners...
1:15:11 > 1:15:16- ..all night long they watch, - beady-eyed the long night through...
1:15:16 > 1:15:18- ..in case death catches them asleep.
1:15:22 > 1:15:27- Unmarried girls, alone in - their privately bridal bedrooms...
1:15:27 > 1:15:31- ..powder and curl - for the Dance of the World.
1:15:48 > 1:15:53- Llareggub Hill, - that mystic tumulus...
1:15:54 > 1:15:58- ..the memorial of peoples that - dwelt in the region of Llareggub...
1:15:58 > 1:16:01- ..before the Celts - left the Land of Summer.
1:16:02 > 1:16:04- And where the old wizards...
1:16:04 > 1:16:09- ..made themselves - a wife out of flowers.
1:16:16 > 1:16:19- # In Pembroke City when I was young
1:16:19 > 1:16:22- # I lived by the Castle Keep
1:16:23 > 1:16:25- # Sixpence a week was my wages
1:16:26 > 1:16:29- # For working for the chimbley-sweep
1:16:30 > 1:16:32- # Come and sweep my chimbley
1:16:32 > 1:16:35- # Come and sweep my chimbley
1:16:36 > 1:16:38- # Come and sweep my chimbley
1:16:39 > 1:16:42- # Bring along your chimbley brush
1:16:42 > 1:16:45- # Six cold pennies he gave me
1:16:45 > 1:16:48- # Not a farthing more or less
1:16:48 > 1:16:51- # And all the fare I could afford
1:16:52 > 1:16:55- # Was parsnips gin and watercress
1:16:55 > 1:16:58- # Come and sweep my chimbley
1:16:59 > 1:17:01- # Come and sweep my chimbley
1:17:02 > 1:17:04- # Come and sweep my chimbley
1:17:05 > 1:17:07- # Bring along your chimbley brush! #
1:17:08 > 1:17:09- Remember me Captain?
1:17:12 > 1:17:15- You see me, Captain? - The white bone talking.
1:17:15 > 1:17:17- Died of blisters.
1:17:18 > 1:17:22- Blind Captain Cat - like a cat, he sees in the dark.
1:17:23 > 1:17:28- Through the voyages of his tears - he sails to see the dead.
1:17:28 > 1:17:30- Dancing Williams!
1:17:31 > 1:17:32- Still dancing.
1:17:32 > 1:17:33- Jonah Jarvis.
1:17:34 > 1:17:36- Still.
1:17:36 > 1:17:38- Curly Bevan's skull.
1:17:38 > 1:17:41- Rosie, with God.
1:17:41 > 1:17:43- She has forgotten dying.
1:18:01 > 1:18:04- Mr Mog Edwards - and Miss Myfanwy Price...
1:18:04 > 1:18:08- ..happily apart from one another...
1:18:08 > 1:18:12- ..at the top - and the sea end of the town...
1:18:12 > 1:18:15- ..write their everynight letters...
1:18:15 > 1:18:17- ..of love and desire.
1:18:17 > 1:18:21- In the warm White Book of Llareggub - you will find the little maps...
1:18:21 > 1:18:23- ..of the islands - of their contentment.
1:18:23 > 1:18:27- Oh, my Mog, I am yours for ever.
1:18:28 > 1:18:32- And she looks around with pleasure - at her own neat never-dull room...
1:18:33 > 1:18:36- ..which Mr Mog Edwards - will never enter.
1:18:36 > 1:18:39- Come to my arms, Myfanwy.
1:18:40 > 1:18:45- And Mr Waldo drunk in the dusky wood - hugs his lovely Polly Garter...
1:18:46 > 1:18:48- ..under the eyes - and rattling tongues...
1:18:48 > 1:18:51- ..of the neighbours and the birds, - and he does not care.
1:18:52 > 1:18:55- He smacks his live red lips.
1:18:56 > 1:19:00- But it is not his name - that Polly Garter whispers...
1:19:01 > 1:19:03- ..as she lies under the oak - and loves him back.
1:19:04 > 1:19:09- Six feet deep - that name sings in the cold earth.
1:19:09 > 1:19:13- # But I always think
1:19:13 > 1:19:16- # As we tumble into bed
1:19:17 > 1:19:20- # Of little Willy Wee
1:19:21 > 1:19:23- # Who is dead
1:19:24 > 1:19:26- # Dead
1:19:26 > 1:19:28- # Dead #
1:19:29 > 1:19:31- The thin night darkens.
1:19:33 > 1:19:37- A breeze from the creased water - sighs the streets close...
1:19:37 > 1:19:40- ..under Milk waking Wood.
1:19:43 > 1:19:46- The Wood, - whose every tree-foot's cloven...
1:19:46 > 1:19:49- ..in the black glad sight - of the hunters of lovers...
1:19:49 > 1:19:54- ..that is a God-built garden - to Mary Ann Sailors...
1:19:54 > 1:19:57- ..who knows - there is heaven on earth.
1:19:58 > 1:20:03- And the chosen people of his kind - fire in Llareggub's land...
1:20:06 > 1:20:08- ..that is the fairday farmhands'...
1:20:08 > 1:20:11- ..wantoning ignorant - chapel of bridesbeds...
1:20:13 > 1:20:16- ..and, - to the Reverend Eli Jenkins...
1:20:16 > 1:20:19- ..a greensleaved sermon - on the innocence of men.
1:20:22 > 1:20:30- The suddenly wind-shaken wood - springs awake...
1:20:31 > 1:20:38- ..for the second dark time - this one Spring day.
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