THERE were three jovial Welshmen,
As I have heard them say,
And they would go a-hunting
Upon St. David's Day.
All the day they hunted,
But nothing could they find;
But a ship a-sailing,
A-sailing with the wind.
One said it was a ship,
The other he said nay;
The third said it was a house,
With the chimney blown away.
And all the night they hunted,
And nothing could they find
But the moon a-gliding,
A-gliding with the wind.
One said it was the moon,
The other he said nay;
The other said it was a cheese,
The half o' it cut away.