Watcyn as a young man, and as an elder below.	A Fire broke out in the block by the Square, And a dreadful fire too; It soon ran up from the cellar there, And out four storeys through; The heat, and the sparks, the glare and the flames, And the speedy havoc it made Called out the strength of the sires and dames Of the Ammanford Fire Brigade . There is no fire-engine up in the place, Nor a pipe of water down, But all at once there was a race And a rush all over the town; Every boy and girl, every man and wife, Every bucket and shovel and spade Were on the spot working for life In the Ammanford Fire Brigade . The roar of the flames was threat'ning the town, And a rush was made to the Square, And streams of water were pouring down, And the brave to the cellar did dare; The willing arm, and the helping hand, What noble work they made To form the Volunteer Band Of the Ammanford Fire Brigade . The Engine up from Llanelli came O'er a road that is rough and long; They drove the good steeds till they were lame, And nothing at all went wrong; But before they reached to Ammanford And a halt on the Square was made, The Demon was conquered—thank the Lord By the Ammanford Fire Brigade . WATCYN WYN. (link to my brother's site)

Note: This poem was printed in leaflet form by Gwilym Vaughan, at one time a well known printer in Ammanford.

The poem appeared in the South Wales Guardian in 1969.