Hell, something went wrong there.I'll carry on. 1st verse. My Father was a miner,his Father was before him, always had been proud to work below, Since they fell 'neath Robbins axe All the lads have got the sack' And away to work in Englsnd we must go. chorus. No more the chapel singin', that long ago has left us, In the public house no more the miners song, For the pit wheels are all stoppin' and the population's droppin' And we can't afford to stay here very long. chorus. Treherbert and Treorchy, Tonypandy and Tynewydd, Ustrad Rhondda, Tonpentre all adieu, for we can no longer wait, While Parliament debates, so a fond farwell I bid to all of you. chorus. That's it,