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Our Farmer,
Who art in Cefn y Fan,
Hywel be thy name (possibly).
Thy farm gate come,
Thy stile is fun,
In Merthyr as it is in Cefn.
Give us this day some bloody signs
Or forgive us our trespasses
When we inevitably cross thy land.
And lead us not into Goitre Coed Road,
But deliver us to Abercynon,
For thine is the farmland, the flora and the fauna,
Forever and ever,
Amen.
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