Please help the Unemployed

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Locked out at Clydach Vale.

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Tune "Just before the Battle Mother"

We are colliers from the Rhondda,
Locked out of work at Clydach Vale,
And it will surely make you wonder
When you've listened to our tale;
Since we had the new agreement
Old customs they have tried to steal,
And though they had us at their mercy,
They never made us squeal.

When they introduced Conveyors
Half our wages then they stole,
Now they say the Pits aren't paying,
And they have thrown us on the dole;
Let the stay of this outrage
Ring out over land and seas,
And may the kind South Wales Coalowner
Know the want of bread and cheese.

Our kids are practically naked
Since the Strike three years ago,
And with slack time and slump in wages
We have never had a show;
What care they with all their millions
In Guest, Keen and Nettlefold,
While we starve with unemployment
They are saving up their gold.

Assistance is the thing we need,
Cast out of work to starve with hunger
Through the Owners' selfish greed;
Can't you hear the children crying
In that dark and gloomy dell?
And may the Cambrian Directors
Find the warmest place in ----.

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(Composed by one of the Unemployed at Clydach Vale)

Sent in by Janice Howells Fehribach, who holds the original document.