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