More gobbledygook here: Farewell ye colliery workers, the muffler and the cap Farewell ye Rhondda valley girls, we never will come back The mines they are a-closin', the valley they're all doom There's no work in the Rhondda boys, we'll be in London soon My father was a miner, and his father was before him He always had been proud to work the coal Since they fell 'neath Provin's axe, All the ladies have had the sack So away to work in England we must go. No more the chapel singin', that long ago has left us And the public house no more the miner's songs For the boot wheels they are stoppin', And the population's droppin' And I can't afford to stay here very long. Trehearve and Teralvye, Talleyfinley and Tenobbit Trastrenondda and Semfentra, all adieu For I can no longer wait While Parliament debates So a fond farewell I bid to all of you! http://bardbook.flame.org/songs/232 ****** I've never heard anything like it! Other than mondegreens!
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