Testo Farewell To The Rhonda

Well me father was a miner and his father was before And they always had been proud to work below But since they fell neath Robin's axe All the lads have got the sack And away to work in England we must go. Farewell the colliery worker, the muffler and the cap. Farewell you Rhonda valley girls we never will come back The mines they are a-closing and the valleys are all doomed. There's no work in the Rhonda boys, they'll be in London soon. No more the chapel singing, for that long ago has left us, in the public house, no more the miners song. For the population's dropping as the pit-wheels are a-stopping. And I can't afford to atay here very long. Farewell the colliery worker, the muffler and the cap. Farewell you Rhonda valley girls we never will come back The mines they are a-closing and the valleys are all doomed. There's no work in the Rhonda boys, they'll be in London soon. Treherbert and Treorchy, Tonypandy and Tynewydd, Ystrad Rhondda, Ton Pentre all adieu, For I can no longer wait, whle the parliament debates, So a fond farewell I'll bid to all of you Farewell the colliery worker, the muffler and the cap. Farewell you Rhonda valley girls we never will come back The mines they are a-closing and the valleys are all doomed. There's no work in the Rhonda boys, they'll be in London soon.