Idris Davies


The Bells Of Rhymney - Poem by Idris Davies

Oh what will you give me
Say the sad bells of Rhymney
Is there hope for the future,
Cry the bells of Merthyr
Who made the mine owner
Say the black bells of Rhondda
And robbed the miner
Cry the grim bells of Blaina

They will plunder willy-nilly
Cry the bells of Caerphilly
They have fangs , they have teeth
Say the loud bells of Neathe
Even God is uneasy
Say the moist bells of Swansea
And what will you give me
Say the sad bells of Rhymney

Put the vandals in court
Say the bells of Newport
All would be well if, if, if
Cry the green bells of Cardiff
Why so worried, sisters, why
Sang the silver bells of Wye
And what will you give me
Say the sad bells of Rhymney


Comments about The Bells Of Rhymney by Idris Davies

  • Tricia (9/11/2019 12:57:00 PM)

    It’s Seegers Lyric not the poem! He left out “to the south things are sullen, say the pink bells of Brecon” (Report)Reply

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  • The Foss (5/9/2018 9:17:00 PM)

    What you have here is Pete Seeger's contraction of Gwalia Deserta XV, to make the lyrics for The Bells of Rhymney. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 6, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, January 6, 2014


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