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LITERARY
FOCHRIW
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They would only do that day
What they really ought

They wouldn’t take a Sunday walk
Without wearing a hat
As I was only very young
I never questioned that

No miner worked Good Friday
It being a Holy Day
But many visited their clubs
And drank the day away

But most were truly Christians
And some were this or that
Come Sunday you would find them
In a place of worship, packed

Welsh “Lingo”

Betty Evans knew her Welsh
And so did I at four
Until I played with friends outside
And children from next door

Now Valley’s Welsh with mixed-up words
Differs from the rest
Like Welsh that’s spoken in the north
And also in the west

Men, they came from everywhere
To work in steel and coal
The time when there weren’t many
Living on the Dole

Italians opened cafes
In every town, you bet
And what about their ice-cream
It was the tastiest yet

Then there were the Irish
And men from Somerset
Dowlais housed the Spanish
And what about the rest?

So with all these languages
We soon began to speak
Words that may sound funny
Which really are unique