Stony is her stair
Where brambles grow
Ponies wild and fair
Would pass by Gwyllion
Lonely is her lair
Where horsemen lie
Eyes behind her hair
Is waiting Gwyllion:
Dilly-bag bounty, carry the brain
Billy or Tamlin - what was your name?
Tig Tag Toe, and wouldn't you know?
Nimble my ride to ramble row!
Where brambles grow
Ponies wild and fair
Would pass by Gwyllion
Lonely is her lair
Where horsemen lie
Eyes behind her hair
Is waiting Gwyllion:
Dilly-bag bounty, carry the brain
Billy or Tamlin - what was your name?
Tig Tag Toe, and wouldn't you know?
Nimble my ride to ramble row!