0:00:03 > 0:00:07Of ancient tales, all based in Wales Is where we set our scene
0:00:08 > 0:00:13A tiny class, kids bored en masse Minds numbed by the routine
0:00:17 > 0:00:22Welsh days of yore, never a chore When steeped in myth and magic
0:00:22 > 0:00:24Throw in a lake Some hearts to break
0:00:24 > 0:00:27And an ending ever tragic
0:00:27 > 0:00:31Start with a lamb, some sheep, a ram A shepherd for good grace
0:00:31 > 0:00:35But sure he's smart, oft true of Heart and handsome in the face
0:00:35 > 0:00:40His days a chore, not one to bore His attention always fleeting
0:00:40 > 0:00:43His gaze drawn past The fields the grass
0:00:43 > 0:00:45The llyn stirs 'neath the bleating
0:00:45 > 0:00:48Gurgles surprise From splashes arise
0:00:48 > 0:00:50An other-worldly vision
0:00:50 > 0:00:55Born of the lake, now his to take Three times he woos her decision
0:00:55 > 0:01:00Though his to wed, to take to bed Her welfare he must cherish
0:01:00 > 0:01:03To strike but thrice He'd pay the price
0:01:03 > 0:01:05Their romance would soon perish.
0:01:05 > 0:01:08BELL RINGS
0:01:17 > 0:01:21This tale of old will be retold Take heed and note its message
0:01:21 > 0:01:27One school we take, two lovers make Three strikes their looming presage.
0:01:31 > 0:01:35CHILDREN'S VOICES AND SHOUTS
0:01:35 > 0:01:40Alone he sat - quite oft, at that - The bench his makeshift throne
0:01:40 > 0:01:42When all around Games played unbound
0:01:42 > 0:01:44While Glyn sat all alone
0:01:44 > 0:01:46From out his gaze
0:01:46 > 0:01:50He's caught ablaze A cascade of golden hair
0:01:50 > 0:01:51Her beauty so, his heart did slow
0:01:51 > 0:01:55He could but stop and stare
0:01:55 > 0:02:00From far abound his comfort ground She stands for his attention
0:02:00 > 0:02:02Lost in a trance He takes his chance
0:02:02 > 0:02:04His breath so full of tension
0:02:06 > 0:02:10So keen to meet, he finds his feet And grabs for what's to hand
0:02:10 > 0:02:14His lunch time snack That he did pack
0:02:14 > 0:02:17Looks limp and rather bland.
0:02:38 > 0:02:41Now on a quest To make the best
0:02:41 > 0:02:42Sarnie she has tasted
0:02:42 > 0:02:44He won't be beat Though quite a feat
0:02:44 > 0:02:47His talents won't be wasted
0:02:47 > 0:02:51He sticks with plain, not too insane His sandwich for her veggie
0:02:51 > 0:02:53Hand-picked delights In meat-free bites
0:02:53 > 0:02:55His choices for her plenty
0:02:55 > 0:02:58In brown paper he wraps them later
0:02:58 > 0:03:01So lovingly tied and bound
0:03:01 > 0:03:04His heart a-flutter For bread and butter
0:03:04 > 0:03:06his aim in life now found
0:03:10 > 0:03:15Upon his wall, he sees it all The playground below unfolding
0:03:15 > 0:03:18Close to his chest The sarnie pressed
0:03:18 > 0:03:21Her gaze he is left holding
0:03:21 > 0:03:23He crosses now Not sure of how
0:03:23 > 0:03:25The children seem to part
0:03:25 > 0:03:28But careful, son, don't be the one
0:03:28 > 0:03:31To strike and break her heart.
0:03:37 > 0:03:40BELL RINGS
0:03:48 > 0:03:53Head all a-blaze, a culinary maze A mountain still to climb
0:03:53 > 0:03:57He makes a list, food with a twist To save himself some time
0:03:57 > 0:04:00Ice cream and figs? Of beans and twigs?
0:04:01 > 0:04:04His ideas all half-soaked
0:04:04 > 0:04:08He sighs defeat But then thinks, "Meat!"
0:04:08 > 0:04:10His veggie ways revoked
0:04:10 > 0:04:13Oh, of pork and jam Red sauce and ham
0:04:13 > 0:04:16He ploughs on with conviction
0:04:16 > 0:04:19Now on the track, he won't look back
0:04:19 > 0:04:22Recipes his new addiction
0:04:24 > 0:04:27Much like the wind Luck changed for Glyn
0:04:27 > 0:04:30He feels it in his being
0:04:30 > 0:04:32This latest snack Will make her crack
0:04:32 > 0:04:34There'll be no disagreeing
0:04:34 > 0:04:36He spots her soon
0:04:36 > 0:04:38His heart doth swoon
0:04:38 > 0:04:40A pilgrimage he follows
0:04:40 > 0:04:45His sacrifice made last night His nervousness he swallows
0:04:45 > 0:04:47He passes through, his lips he chews
0:04:47 > 0:04:50His nervous palms grow sweaty
0:04:50 > 0:04:56So careful today in every way His belly squirms like spaghetti.
0:04:59 > 0:05:03CHILDREN SHOUTING
0:05:06 > 0:05:11JIVE MUSIC
0:05:19 > 0:05:23A glance they hold, a story told Without the need for words
0:05:24 > 0:05:30A moment spent, her smile, her scent Hearts flutter now like birds
0:05:30 > 0:05:33To strike but thrice
0:05:33 > 0:05:35He'd pay the price No longer his to cherish
0:05:35 > 0:05:38To strike but thrice
0:05:38 > 0:05:41He'd pay the price Their romance would soon perish
0:05:41 > 0:05:45When from behind, the villain The crime
0:05:45 > 0:05:48Sneaks up on our love-struck pair
0:05:48 > 0:05:51We seen the run, the knee-drop shun
0:05:51 > 0:05:52Flowers now in the air
0:05:52 > 0:05:55MUFFLED LAUGHTER AND MUSIC
0:05:55 > 0:05:59Our poor boy, Glyn So young, so prim
0:05:59 > 0:06:01So ignorant of his fate
0:06:01 > 0:06:05He's struck her once Yet still the dunce
0:06:05 > 0:06:08Twice more before it's too late.
0:06:16 > 0:06:20MUFFLED SOUNDS OF CANTEEN
0:06:25 > 0:06:27CHANTING
0:06:29 > 0:06:33Joining in to fire this thing Glyn swallows hard for fear
0:06:33 > 0:06:39He takes his aim, hopes all the same It'll strike a different peer
0:06:39 > 0:06:42His wish comes true, out of the blue
0:06:42 > 0:06:44He hits the one he hearts
0:06:44 > 0:06:49Strikes down to two, what can he do? Left helpless as she departs
0:06:49 > 0:06:52Again he smacks Not bumped or cracked
0:06:52 > 0:06:55So soon he'll find her vanished
0:06:55 > 0:06:59Left all alone back on his throne And from her arms now banished.
0:07:07 > 0:07:13A friendship torn, now so forlorn Our two sit far apart
0:07:13 > 0:07:19A pair once close, now torn by blows A crack starts in their hearts
0:07:19 > 0:07:22He tries with bread To mend the shred
0:07:22 > 0:07:24His hard work comes too late
0:07:24 > 0:07:27She soon jumps down A new game found
0:07:27 > 0:07:30He's left without his mate
0:07:33 > 0:07:35An invite comes From playground chums
0:07:35 > 0:07:39Though wounded by heartache
0:07:39 > 0:07:41"Forget it, now," his silent vow
0:07:41 > 0:07:43Still blind to his mistake
0:07:45 > 0:07:50He kicks the ball, forgets it all This girl and the sadness
0:07:51 > 0:07:54The ball sails high Right through the sky
0:07:54 > 0:07:57Its landing place sheer madness!
0:08:00 > 0:08:02This poor boy, Glyn, his future grim
0:08:02 > 0:08:06He took no heed of warning
0:08:06 > 0:08:10Three times he strikes The girl he likes
0:08:10 > 0:08:13His love for her in mourning.
0:08:13 > 0:08:17MUFFLED LAUGHTER
0:08:24 > 0:08:27Our tale of old, or such I'm told
0:08:27 > 0:08:31Finds fresh blood in our story
0:08:31 > 0:08:32But is it true?
0:08:32 > 0:08:34That's up to you
0:08:34 > 0:08:37I won't take all the glory.
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