FAREWELL TO THE RHONDDA
Frank Hennessy
Farewell the colliery worker, the muffler and the cap
Farewell you Rhondda Valley girls, we never will come back
The mines they are a-closing, the valleys all are doomed
There's no work in the Rhondda boys, we'll be in London soon
My father was a miner, his father was before him
And they always have been proud to work below
Since they fell 'neath Robens' axe all the lads have got the sack
And away to work in England we must go
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 all stopping
And I can't afford to stay here very long
Treherbert and Treorchy, Tonypandy and Tynewydd
Ystrad Rhondda, Ton Pentre all adieu
For we can no longer wait while Parliament debates
So a sad farewell we bid to all of you
