Upper Neath stands a gala grand city;
Busy mornings flows to brighter nights.
Underneath crawls a gloomy gutter tunnel;
Walking shadows dances to stinking cries.
Upper Neath boogying a crowd, fresh and new;
Adore the sketch like road in bright and hue.
Underneath a man who does befriend his sweat
Adore the dull snapped tunnel off a clogging fate.
Upper Neath few money flies, all people lies;
Driving shadows with light, a hilarious fight!
Underneath a song tunes, scarce phosphate fumes;
Whirling waters in dark, fanatic venomous peace!
Upper Neath stands proud is a city of light!
Underneath an angel works to make life bright!
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