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why is it we call welsh people taffs and is it offensive to the welsh?
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last time I answered this one, it was because St David is the patron saint of Wales, and Daffydd/Taffy is the Welsh way of pronouncing it, more or less. The Taff was just a coincidence.
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Taffy was a Welshman,
Taffy was a thief;
Taffy came to my house
And stole a piece of beef.
I went to Taffy's house,
Taffy was not home;
Taffy came to my house
And stole a mutton bone.
I went to Taffy's house,
Taffy was not in;
Taffy came to my house
And stole a silver pin.
I went to Taffy's house,
Taffy was in bed;
I took up a poker
And threw it at his head.
Taffy was a thief;
Taffy came to my house
And stole a piece of beef.
I went to Taffy's house,
Taffy was not home;
Taffy came to my house
And stole a mutton bone.
I went to Taffy's house,
Taffy was not in;
Taffy came to my house
And stole a silver pin.
I went to Taffy's house,
Taffy was in bed;
I took up a poker
And threw it at his head.
Taffy was a Welshman,
Taffy was a thief,
Taffy came to my house
And stole a piece of beef;
I went to Taffy's house,
Taffy wasn't in;
I jumped upon his Sunday hat,
And poked it with a pin.
Taffy was a Welshman,
Taffy was a sham,
Taffy came to my house
And stole a leg of lamb;
I went to Taffy's house,
Taffy was away;
I stuffed his socks with sawdust
And filled his shoes with clay.
Taffy was a Welshman,
Taffy was a cheat,
Taffy came to my house
And stole a piece of meat;
I went to Taffy's house,
Taffy was not there;
I hung his coat and trousers
To roast before a fire.
Taffy was a thief,
Taffy came to my house
And stole a piece of beef;
I went to Taffy's house,
Taffy wasn't in;
I jumped upon his Sunday hat,
And poked it with a pin.
Taffy was a Welshman,
Taffy was a sham,
Taffy came to my house
And stole a leg of lamb;
I went to Taffy's house,
Taffy was away;
I stuffed his socks with sawdust
And filled his shoes with clay.
Taffy was a Welshman,
Taffy was a cheat,
Taffy came to my house
And stole a piece of meat;
I went to Taffy's house,
Taffy was not there;
I hung his coat and trousers
To roast before a fire.
Taffy is a Welshman,
Taffy is no thief.
Someone came to Taffy's house
and stole a leg of beef.
Taffy made no protest,
for he doesn't like a row,
so the someone called on him again
and stole the bloody cow.
They stole his coal and iron,
they stole his pastures, too.
They even stole his language
and flushed it down the loo.
Taffy is a Welshman,
Taffy is a fool.
Taffy voted no, no, no
when they offered him home rule.
Six days a week upon his knees
Taffy dug for coal.
On the seventh he was kneeling, too,
praying for his soul.
And now the mines are closing down
and chapel's had its day,
Taffy still lives upon his knees,
for he knows no other way.
Now sometimes Taffy's brother
will start a row or so,
but you can bank on Taffy:
he doesn't want to know.
For when they hanged Penderyn
he had nothing much to say,
and when Saunders Lewis went to jail
he looked the other way.
Taffy is a Welshman
who likes to be oppressed.
He was proud to tug his forelock
to a Crawshay or a Guest.
They give him tinsel royals,
so he has a pint of beer,
and sings God Bless the Prince of Wales
as he joins the mob to cheer.
Now Taffy is a fighter
when he hears the bugle call.
Name any war since Agincourt:
Taffy's seen them all.
He's fought in France and Germany
and many another land;
he's fought by sea and fought by air
and fought on desert sand.
He's fought for many a foreign flag
in many a foreign part,
for Taffy is a Welshman,
proud of his fighting heart.
He's fought the wide world over,
he's given blood and bone.
He's
Taffy is no thief.
Someone came to Taffy's house
and stole a leg of beef.
Taffy made no protest,
for he doesn't like a row,
so the someone called on him again
and stole the bloody cow.
They stole his coal and iron,
they stole his pastures, too.
They even stole his language
and flushed it down the loo.
Taffy is a Welshman,
Taffy is a fool.
Taffy voted no, no, no
when they offered him home rule.
Six days a week upon his knees
Taffy dug for coal.
On the seventh he was kneeling, too,
praying for his soul.
And now the mines are closing down
and chapel's had its day,
Taffy still lives upon his knees,
for he knows no other way.
Now sometimes Taffy's brother
will start a row or so,
but you can bank on Taffy:
he doesn't want to know.
For when they hanged Penderyn
he had nothing much to say,
and when Saunders Lewis went to jail
he looked the other way.
Taffy is a Welshman
who likes to be oppressed.
He was proud to tug his forelock
to a Crawshay or a Guest.
They give him tinsel royals,
so he has a pint of beer,
and sings God Bless the Prince of Wales
as he joins the mob to cheer.
Now Taffy is a fighter
when he hears the bugle call.
Name any war since Agincourt:
Taffy's seen them all.
He's fought in France and Germany
and many another land;
he's fought by sea and fought by air
and fought on desert sand.
He's fought for many a foreign flag
in many a foreign part,
for Taffy is a Welshman,
proud of his fighting heart.
He's fought the wide world over,
he's given blood and bone.
He's
Taffy is a Welshman,
Taffy is no thief.
Someone came to Taffy's house
and stole a leg of beef.
Taffy made no protest,
for he doesn't like a row,
so the someone called on him again
and stole the bloody cow.
They stole his coal and iron,
they stole his pastures, too.
They even stole his language
and flushed it down the loo.
Taffy is a Welshman,
Taffy is a fool.
Taffy voted no, no, no
when they offered him home rule.
Six days a week upon his knees
Taffy dug for coal.
On the seventh he was kneeling, too,
praying for his soul.
Taffy is no thief.
Someone came to Taffy's house
and stole a leg of beef.
Taffy made no protest,
for he doesn't like a row,
so the someone called on him again
and stole the bloody cow.
They stole his coal and iron,
they stole his pastures, too.
They even stole his language
and flushed it down the loo.
Taffy is a Welshman,
Taffy is a fool.
Taffy voted no, no, no
when they offered him home rule.
Six days a week upon his knees
Taffy dug for coal.
On the seventh he was kneeling, too,
praying for his soul.