Lloegyr is the medieval Welsh name for that part of Britain south and east of a line extending from the Humber Estuary to the Severn Estuary, exclusive of Cornwall and Devon. The people of Lloegyr were called Lloegyrwys without distinction of ethnicity, the term applying to both Britons and Anglo-Saxons.
The modern form of the word is Lloegr (pronounced [ˈɬɔɨɡr̩] or [ˈɬɔiɡr̩]) and it has become generalised through the passage of time to become the Welsh word for "England" as a whole, and not restricted to its original, smaller extent. The word has been anglicised and Latinised into such forms as Logres, Logris, and Loegria, among others, and is perhaps most widely recognised as the name of King Arthur's realm in the body of literature known as the Matter of Britain. The word is known to date from the 10th century or earlier, as it appears in the literary Armes Prydein.
The limit of Lloegyr has long been known to historians and writers, and is described as roughly a line from the Humber Estuary, continuing southwestwardly and connecting to the Severn Estuary. The line continues south across the estuary, crossing South West England such that Cornwall and Devon are excluded from Lloegyr. The division is mentioned in literature (e.g., the Welsh Triads) and is supported by the works of respected historians such as John Rhys' Celtic Britain and John Edward Lloyd's A History of Wales from the Earliest Times to the Edwardian Conquest.
I'm feeling a little homesick blues
And it's something that I cannot explain without blowing the fuse
I'm feeling a little tired and low
And it's something that I cannot explain since a long time ago
Don't tell me it's not real
And don't go mocking the way I feel
It's so clear and so true
But I'm leaving it up to you
I wrote it in the skies
Until this day I'll wear your disguise
It's so clear and so pure
I think I need you but I can't be sure
I can't be sure
I'm leaving on the first flight home
'Cause it's something that I cannot explain from the end of the phone
Don't tell me it's not real
And don't go mocking the way I feel
It's so clear and so true
But I'm leaving it up to you
I wrote it in the skies
Until this day I'll wear your disguise
It's so clear and so pure
I think I need you but I can't be sure
A million reasons
There are fountain of ways
A hundred letters in seven days
Minutes and seconds
And I'll be away
Don't tell me it's not real
And don't go mocking the way I feel
I've fastened myself to you
I'm sticking to you like glue
I wrote it in the book
Why don't you give me a second look
But I'm still feel insecure
I think I need you but I can't be sure
I can't be sure
I can't be sure