On the twenty-third day of
September,
There were two bold young
boyos who went,
To the mountains of green
Merioneth,
From the black mining valleys
of Gwent.
They were patriot sons of the
Gwerin,
And their glorious tale shall
be sung,
When the bells of betrayed Cwm
Tryweryn,
Under Liverpool's waters
are run.
Down in Bala the people were
sleeping,
And the moon over Tegid shone
bright,
As the boys from Tredegar and
Bargoed,
Clocked in on the shift for
the night.
When they reached the electric
transformer,
They destroyed it by draining
the oil
And delayed all the work in
the valley,
That the ignorant Scouse wants
to spoil.
In the papers the following
morning,
We all read of the deed that
was done,
And we cheered the struggle
for freedom,
Which by deeds such as this
shall be won.
So here's health to each one
of you Welshmen,
Who can well understand what
it meant,
When a blow for the Nation was
struck by
Those two boys from the
valleys of Gwent.
