Farewell To The Rhondda [Welsh translation]

[Refain]

Farewell ye colliery workers, the muffler and the cap

Farewell ye Rhondda valley girls, we never will come back

The mines they are a-closin', the valleys they're all doomed

There's no work in the Rhondda boys, we'll be in London soon

My father was a miner, and his father was before him,

He always had been proud to work below

Since they fell 'neath Robens’ axe,

All the lads have had the sack

So away to work in England we must go!

No more the chapel singin', that long ago has left us

In the public house no more the miner's songs

For the pit wheels they are stoppin',

And the populations' droppin'

And I can't afford to stay here very long

Treherbert and Treorchy, Tonypandy and Tynewydd

Ystrad Rhondda and Ton Pentre, all adieu

For I can no longer wait

While Parliament debates

So a fond farewell I bid to all of you!

[Refrain]