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