Welsh Miner:
He went down at six at the start of his shift His face and lungs were black. He spoke no English for in his valley nothing but Welsh As he sung an old hymn others joined in voices to God in song A few more hours and home he would be back to his Bronwyn and her good roastbeef His children gathered around as he softly said a prayer The Welsh Miner looked at them as a tear filled his eye He didn't want them to live a miner's life Nothing but sorrow and strife.
By a Welsh American
David Llewellyn Morgan
Western Pennsylvania U.S.A