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A Clean Break.

Coal dust no longer invades every chest,
Hillsides grow ever more green,
No more the blue scar like a company crest,
Nor skin that never comes clean,
No more retching chorus to wish you goodnight,
A new breed of Welshman is found,
This nation resurfaced into the light,
No more will we toil underground,
With passion and pride but still many a tear,
We realise the true price of coal,
And wonder again if the cost was too dear,
Did each sack full take Welsh heart and soul.

Land Of My Fathers

What's left in the valleys,
Now there's no coal,
No life in the steel works,
No pride on the dole,
Where's the hope for our future,
The song in our soul,
No reason to sing,
No pride on the dole.

The dragon has slumbered,
While sleeping did dream,
And raged at the plunder,
Of each underground seam,
Then with fresh burning passion,
Long awaited rebirth,
For this Land Of My Fathers,
Such sweet smelling earth.

Stirred by the singing,
Of an army in red,
The beast of the valleys,
Once again raised its head,
And the spark that ignited,
All hearts of Welsh gold,
Rekindled the fire,
That warmed us of old.

Now the mountains re-echo,
The deepest sweet sound,
Of the choir of Welshmen,
Long lost underground,
Proclaiming the greatest,
Of victories won,
Their song not forgotten,
Their nation lives on.