The girls of the Valleys are a funny old lot,
They scream and shout like they've lost the plot.
Their Welsh flags flying high in the sky,
As their rugby men go racing by.
The mood is set
Everyone has placed their bets,
A blur of white comes racing by
With the girls screaming 'why let them score, why?'
A roar from the crowd
Makes them men very proud
A flash of red
And every one is happy like they're just wed!
O to be a Welsh girl.
