The Bells Of Rhymney

O what can you give me?
Say the sad bells of Rhymney.

Is There hope for the future?
Cry the brown bells of Merthyr.

Who made the mineowner?
Say the black bells of Rhondda

And who robbed the miner?
Cry the grim bells of Blaina.

They will plunder willy-nilly
Say the bells of Caerphilly

They have fangs, they have teeth
Shout the loud bells of Neath

The south, things are sullen
Say the pink bells of Brecon

Even God is uneasy
Say the moist bells of Swansea

Put the vandals in court!
Cry the bells of Newport

All would be well if-if-if-if
Say the green bells of Cardiff

Why so worried, sisters, why?
Cry the silver bells of Wye.

O what can you give me?
Say the sad bells of Rhymney.