The legend of Gelert the Dog

Filled with such sovereignty and glamorous glory

Thus avoiding any fabricated fictional jackanory

Mind you let’s hope I manage to tell this tall tale with hunky dory..

Once upon a starry night

Twas in those bygone days when this happenstance came to light

That big ol’e moon was shining bright

When a gallant Prince fought his fearful fight..

This keen countryside sportsman had a faithful hound

Who stood by his masters side on his hunting ground

But that fateful night blood dripped from his Dog, Gelert’s jaws when he was found

As his one year old beloved boy    slept in his little bed without a sound..

Red with rage mistaken Prince Llywelyn sped

As he followed the bloody tracks where that trail had led

Thinking his tiny beautiful boy lay savaged in his cradled bed

With one strike of his sword in Gelerts head that doting Dog lay bloody and dead..

But as the Prince was mounting his large white Steed

Suddenly he came upon a slaughtered Wolf where this trail did lead

At once Llywelyn returned to mourn the loss of his lovely Gelert with speed... 

This awful error of judgement was to haunt him indeed..

His son was as right as rain when he did awake

Though he mourned the loss of his Dog through that terrible mistake

Oh for many more years how his heart did break

And still to this day a cairn of stones marks that lonesome grave of Gelerts namesake...

Gelert lies resting in peace outside the castle walls

With his beautiful pictures lining those fabulous halls

Proudly hunting that wild Wolf with his brave eye balls

And eerily one may beggar belief that they can still hear his comfortless calls...