Oh, what will you give me?
Say the sad bells of Rhymney.
Is there hope for the future?
Say the brown bells of Merthyr.
Who made the mine owners?
Say the black bells of Rhondda?
And who robbed the miners?
Say the grim bells of Glynar (don’t know about the sp. on this one)
They will plunder willy-nilly,
Say the bells of Caerphilly.
They have fangs, they have teeth,
Shout the loud bells of Neath.
Ever God is uneasy,
Say the moist bells of Swansea.
And what will you give me,
Say the sad bells of Rhymney.
Throw the vandals incourt,
Say the bells of Newport.
All would be well if if if if if,
Say the green bells of Cardiff.
Why so worried, sisters, why?
Say the silver bells of Wye.
And, what will you give me?
Say the sad bells of Rhymney.
Repeat first 8 lines.