Coils of trouble passed it's way samples were not right.
With wheels turning belching smoke fires burning brightly,
Troublesome plate with oil spillage prospects seemed unlikely.
A Duke who said pull your finger out,
A Prime Minister tells you to go,
They were never born in Wales so they will never know.
To leave and work in England never to repent,
You can't afford the houses so you'd better take a tent.
Don't uproot, stand fast never pay the toll,
Our prayer for the future with Labour we will roll.
If we reach our targets turning out those silver tons,
I will see my pension a watch for my grandsons.
They will say Grandad did you really care,
And I will tell them every man I know for I was there.
They will treasure my toil earned watch knowing it never fails,
That was the price my sons for your birth in Wales.
