- Check me out — I'm looking fine.
- My mates say I'm a Newport Nine.
- Buy us a drink? Whatever mate.
- I'd never go below an eight.
- But when in Cardiff, I confess
- I'm just a six, or maybe less.
- And when in Bristol, barely four -
- I'm realistic 'bout my score.
- But back in Newport, I'm a nine,
- Unless I go to Croespenmaen.
- They're in a different league again,
- And rate us as a Valleys Ten.____
by Albert Semple
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