Here Be Dragons

Here Be Dragons


Formed in London in the 1990s Here Be Dragons have returned home to Cardiff and their Celtic Roots.

The band have played hundreds of gigs acorss Europe and the USA with their infectious Celtic music the perfect festival closing act.


One of the foremost folk rock bands emanating from Wales, Here Be Dragons' live shows have had crowds partying in festivals and venues all across Europe and in the USA.

Here Be Dragons try to be true to their culture and heritage, not as a museum exhibit but in a way that’s a more honest reflection of what it means to be Welsh in the twenty-first century Whilst still respecting their Celtic roots.

Singing in Welsh and English they play mainly original songs but alsotraditional ones like ‘Sosban Fach,’ (as Featured on A Welsh Government DVD)


Celtic Bonding

Written By: Mike Brooks

We went off to Cornwall for some Celtic Bonding
Scaled the dizzy heights of a back street bar in Bodmin
Gregory's girl complained, she thought he was absconding
So he promised to write; at least twice a year
A woman there caught me eye she said "D'ya wanna hump me?"
But by then I'd drunk about a gallon of scrumpy
Went outside to chuck; it was warm and wet and lumpy
Came back she was gone; I should have stuck to beer

Buggered off to Britany wondering how we'd get on
When we got there we asked for something to write the set on
I asked them in Welsh they answered me in Breton
Will said "Merci beau cou" which means "Thanks;- nice bum!"
Cat said she was keen to try some Breton cider
Gained a local fan and all night he supplied her
Later on when she had had a few inside her
Cat was catatonic, all in the name of fun

Celtic born and Celtic bred
Been Celtic country wand'rin'
You've never had fun on a Saturday night
If you haven't tried Celtic Bonding

We went off to Ireland on the f f f ferry
Drank a bottle of Powers sank a litre of sherry
Then we downed another, I tell you we got quite merry
Boat began to rock and we began to roll
Staggered off the ferry, firey eyed and bleary
Rolled off to the gig a few miles from Dun Laighrey
Their PA was fucked no bastard there could hear me
But the Craic was good we played with heart and soul

Over the sea to Skye to play in Saucy Mary's
Shared a bottled of Scotch we grew loud and lary
On the Talisker I was off with the fairies
Threw me into the van and out to the country we sped
Gregory went a-wandrin' in the inclement weather
Then by the light of the moon he lost it altogther
Met a bloody great bull and chased it through the heather
I said "Aren't you scared?" the bull nodded his head


My friend John once said the Isle of Mann was thugless
So we did a gig in a dingy dive in Douglas
When we got outside some mangy mad Manx men mugged us
They took all our cash; four pounds twenty six
A drug dealer approached us hearing we're from Blighty
Said the smack was fifty and the Crack was ninety
Didn't want to offend; I turned him down politely
Said "I don't do drugs" then went off to get pissed

Finally back to Wales, back to the land of me fathers
Driving across the bridge singing "Hymns & Arias"
Said we'd eat in Cardiff; what a fucking palava
Couldn't decide what to eat ended up with sod all
Next we're off to play Gwyl Celtaidd Abertawe
Singing Calon Lan in the style of David Bowie
Then we're partyin' in an inn in Pontardawe
Bonding all through the night I tell you we had a ball

Sosban Fach

Written By: Trad

Mae bys Mari Ann wedi brifo
A Dafydd y gwas ddim ond iach
Mae baban yn y crud yn crio
A'r gath wedi scramo Joni bach

Sosban fach yn berwi ar y tan
Sosban fawr yn berwi ar y llawr
A'r gath wedi scrammo Joni bach

Mae bys Mari Ann wedi gwella
A Dafydd y gwas yn ei fedd
Mae baban yn y crud wedi tyfu
A'r gath wedi huno yn ei hedd


Dai bach y soldiwr, dai bach y soldiwr
Dai bach y soldiwr a chwt ei grys e' mas


Shwd grys oedd ganddo? Shwyd grys oedd ganddo?
Shwd grys oedd ganddo? Un wen a streipen las


Mae bys Mari Ann wedi brifo
A Dafydd y gwas dim ond iach
Mae baban yn y crud yn crio
A gath wedi scrammo Joni bach


BAck To BArry Town

Written By: Mike Brooks

Since the day that I left home my youth to sqander
I took the path of women wine and song
I've lived the high life and the low life as I've wandered
From the red lights of Amsterdam to Suzy Wongs
Over seven seas I've travelled
Thrown six sixes on the razzle
I've had my five senses dazzled
On the four winds blown
Had three wishes used them poorly
Watched two decades flash before me
Now there's only one thing for my
I'm going home

I'm going back to Barry town
I'll find a Barry girl and settle down
I'll go to sea no more, no more to roam
It may not look like much but it's home

I've drunk ice cold in Alex and in Dover
I've survived the slings of Sungapore
But that part of my life will soon be over
I'll never walk down Lime Street anymore
I've seen sights across the ocean
Tasted tasty toxic potions
Felt the force of storms in motions
Through my aching bones
Smelled success from lucky choices
Heard the sirens lusty voices
Sense my lucky charm rjoices that I'm going home


So it's Barry docks instead of Sydney harbour
Keep Copenhagen it's the Colcut where I'll be
Not Puerto Mont but Porth Kerry ever after
And Cadoxton's far east enough for me



Gargling With Brains - 1995 - Kattpie (Cassette only)
Alcohol & Rain - 1998 - Kattpie
Goodnight Cariad EP - 2000 - Kattpie
Celtic Bonding - 2002 - Ethnoworld (Italy)
Silverwolf (USA)
Alcohol & Rain (US Version) - 2003 - Silverwolf
Bright New Tomorrow - 2007 - Kattpie/Silverwolf