Bron Dilys Teashop br Of Threadneedle Alleyway, br Swaddled in a pinafore br And cosseted in lace, br Soon charmed the borough boys br When she sang long for the scallywags br Or served up sweet tyshan lap br With her famous welsh cakes. br br Her soft-breasted menu br Of cariad and comfort, br Her short tacky temper br Emblazed her blue eyes, br Dai Jones ate those long legs br Alive in the bara brith br And deep-delved her laverbread br With his brandysnap lies. br br Then was Tilly Tongue-fit br Sweet cuddled in the marigold br With muddling Tom Tiddle-O br And his calico cat, br Dan Rees called for 'cave-o' br As Tom stoked the middle-up br To watch for the Billy Boyo br And Moll Thunderclap. br br Long years now I've wondered br At the conjure of your alleyway; br Does Bron Dilys Jiggle-O br Still sup bara caws, br Does Willy the Wag now br Still wriggle in the coal-hole br With a mouth full of marigolds br And a handful of yours? br br I spend my mind dreaming br Of cariad and comfort, br Of tight fitting pinafores br In parlour and bower, br Her bonnet up-ended br In the spell of welsh rare-bits br Sweet tasted, willy nilly-o br Back when, in Bryn Mawr.