David Llewellyn Morgan
Baden Pennsylvania, USA
14 Jan 2005

He went down at six at the start of his shift
His face and lungs were black
He spoke no English for in his valley nothing but Welsh
As he sung an old hymn others joined in voices to God in song
A few more hours and home he would be back to his Brownwyn and
her good roastbeef
His children gathered around as he softly said a prayer
The Welsh Miner looked at them as a tear filled his eye
He didn’t want them to live a miner’s life
Nothing but sorrow and strife.