O what can you give me?
Say the sad bells of Rhymney.
Is there hope for the future?
Cry the brown bells of Merthyr.
Who made the mine owner?
Say the black bells of Rhondda
And who robbed the miner?
Cry the grim bells of Blaina.
They will plunder willy-nilly
Say the bells of Caerphilly
They have fangs, they have teeth
Shout the loud bells of Neath
The south, things are sullen
Say the pink bells of Brecon
Even God is uneasy
Say the moist bells of Swansea
Put the vandals in court!
Cry the bells of Newport
All would be well if-if-if-if
Say the green bells of Cardiff
Why so worried, sisters, why?
Cry the silver bells of Wye.
O what can you give me?
Say the sad bells of Rhymney.
