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August 20th in Welsh History

August 20th

As I’m in foreign climes-England-todays is a Welsh inspired one


The Black Death arrived in Wales in 1349, with the first recorded death being that of John le Strange at Whitchurch on 20th August 1349. By the end of August it was rife, wiping out approximately 25% of the population.


"Infinite were the Numbers of the foule, the Welsh men name Pengwin".
This is an entry dated 20th August 1578 from the logbook of Sir Francis Drake on board the Golden Hind as he sailed through the Magellan Strait, during his famous circumnavigation of the World. It gives the first record for the use of the word 'penguin'. Welsh crew members constructed the word from the Welsh words for white head, namely pen and gwyn. It is thought that the name was originally applied with an unfamiliar bird (possibly the Great Auk) and later became associated with the penguin.



The first National Eisteddfod of Wales in its current format was held at the Market Hall, Aberdare 20th-22nd August 1861. The event's venue, which alternates annually between north and south Wales, is considered to be Wales' most important cultural event. It is Europe's largest music and poetry festival and attracts around 160,000 people each year.





Hungary's unusual connection with Wales.
August 20th commemorates the foundation of the Hungarian state. It is also called as St. Stephen's Day, in memory of Stephen I, Hungary's first king and founder.
If you ask any Hungarian about Wales the first thing that is likely to come to their mind will be a poem, that everyone learns by heart at school, entitled 'The Bards of Wales', written by one of their most respected writers, Janos Arany in 1857.
Arany was asked to write a poem of praise for the visit of Franz Joseph I of Austria. Instead, as a metaphor to criticise the tyrannic Hapsburg rule over Hungary after the Hungarian Revolution of 1848, he wrote a poem about the tale of the 500 Welsh bards sent to the stake by Edward I of England for failing to sing his praises at a banquet in Montgomery Castle in 1277.
Arany wrote his own preface to the poem: “The historians doubt it, but it strongly stands in legend that Edward I of England sent 500 Welsh bards to the stake after his victory over the Welsh (1277) to prevent them from arousing the country and destroying English rule by telling of the glorious past of their nation.”
The Welsh composer Karl Jenkins composed a’ symphony based on the poem, which he conducted at its premier in Budapest’s Palace of Arts in 2001.



On 20th August 1881, The Sunday Closing (Wales) Act was passed. It prohibited the sale of alcohol on a Sunday in Wales.
This was the first Act of Parliament in the United Kingdom since the 1542 Act of Union whose application was restricted only to Wales.
William Gladstone's Liberal government passed the act which would change the culture and politics of Wales. It had been sponsored by the Welsh nonconformists in the Liberal party, such as Lloyd George and was not repealed until 1961.



Wales suffered its worst railway disaster to date on 20th August 1868 when the fastest train in the country, the Irish Mail, crashed into runaway goods wagons at Abergele. The wagons contained Cambrian oil, a type of paraffin used in miners' lamps, and within a few minutes of the collision the engine and its passenger carriages were consumed with flames; thirty-three people lost their lives.

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20 Aug 1969
After finishing ‘I Want You, (She’s So Heavy)', The Beatles worked on the running order for the Abbey Road album. A preliminary master tape was compiled, the medley was originally slated for side one of the album, and the placement of ‘Octopus's Garden’ and ‘Oh! Darling’ were reversed from the final version. The album was to end with the slashed guitar chord that finishes ‘I Want You (She's So Heavy)’. This was the last time all four Beatles were together in Abbey Road studios
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Thinkerbell · 41-45, F
The bards of Wales' (in English)

King Edward scales the hills of Wales
Upon his stallion.
"Hear my decree! I want to see
My new dominion.

"Show me the yield of every field,
The grain, the grass, the wood!
Is all the land now moist and rich
With red rebellious blood?

"And are the Welsh, God's gift, the Welsh,
A peaceful, happy folk?
I want them pleased, just like the beast
They harness in the yoke."

"Sire, this jewel in your crown,
Your Wales, is fair and good:
Rich is the yield of every field
The grassland and the wood.

"And, Sire, the Welsh, God's gift, the Welsh,
So pleased they all behave!
Dark every hut, fearfully shut
And silent as the grave."

King Edward scales the hills of Wales
Upon his stallion.
And where he rides dead silence hides
In his dominion.

He calls at high Montgomery
To banquet and to rest;
It falls on Lord Montgomery
To entertain the guest:

With fish, the meat, and fruit so sweet,
To tease the tongue, the eyes,
A splendid spread for a king to be fed
A lordly enterprise.

The waiters file with the best this Isle
Can grow in drink and food,
And serve the fine Bordeaux and Rhine
In gracious plentitude.

"Now drink my health, you gentle sirs,
And you, my noble host! You Sirs...
Welsh Sirs... you filthy curs,
I want the loyal toast!

"The fish, the meat you served to eat
Was fine and ably done.
But deep inside it's hate you hide:
You loathe me, every one!

"Well, then, you sirs, you filthy curs,
Who will now toast your king?
I want a bard to praise my deeds,
A bard of Wales to sing!"

They look askance with a furtive glance,
The noblemen of Wales;
Their cheeks turn white in deadly fright,
As crimson anger pales.

Deep silence falls upon the halls,
And lo, before their eyes
They see an old man, white as snow,
An ancient bard to rise:

"I shall recite your glorious deeds
Just as you bid me, Sire."
And death rattles in grim battles
As he touches the lyre.

"Grim death rattles, the brave battles,
And blood bestains the sun,
Your deeds reek high, up to the sky:
You are the guilty one!

"Our dead are plenty as the corn
When harvest is begun,
And as we reap and glean, we weep:
You did this, guilty one!"

"Off to the stake!" the king commands,
"This was churlishly hard.
Sing us, you there, a softer air,
You, young and courtly bard!"

"A breeze so soft, does sweetly waft
Where Milford Haven lies,
With wailing woes of doomed widows
And mournful maidens' cries.

"Maiden, don't bear a slave! Mother,
Your babe must not be nursed!" ...
A royal nod. He reached the stake
Together with the first.

But boldly and without a call
A third one takes the floor;
Without salute he strikes the lute,
His song begins to soar:

"Our brave were killed, just as you willed,
Or languish in our gaols:
To hail your name or sing your fame
You find no bard in Wales!

"He may gone,' but his songs live on -
The toast is `King beware!'
You bear the curse - and even worse -
Of Welsh bards everywhere."

"I'll see to that!" thunders the King,
"You spiteful Welsh peasants!
The stake will toast your every bard
Who spurns my ordinance!"

His men went forth to search the North,
The West, the South, the East,
And so befell, the truth to tell,
In Wales the famous feast. -

King Edward fled, headlong he sped
Upon his stallion,
And in his wake a blazing stake:
The Welsh dominion.

Five hundred went singing to die,
Five hundred in the blaze,
But none would sing to cheer the king
The loyal toast to raise.

"My chamberlain, what is the din
In London's streets so late?
The Lord Mayor answers with his head
If it does not abate!"

Gone is the din; without, within
They all silently creep:
"Who breaks the spell, goes straight to hell!
The King can't fall asleep."

"Let drum and fife now come to life
And let the trumpets roar,
To rise above that fatal curse
That haunts me evermore!"

But over drums and piercing fifes,
Beyond the soldiers' hails,
They swell the song, five hundred strong,
Those martyred bards of Wales.
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ShenaniganFoodie · 41-45, M
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