Heart of Dowlais Where once the Heart of Dowlais stood, its now been ripped asunder
When once the Darkest night was day,when the Furnaces roared like thunder
Food was scarce in those days, long ago
When to keep you’re self warm,you picked coke off the floor
And yet there was some,who made money from sweat
While the poorest of families fell, still deeper in debt
Is there no justice in this hard life of ours
When just to survive you had to work all of Gods hours
Hoping that the day would come, when the Owners would pay
For all of the Blood, that was spilled every day
While the Furnaces spewed out,with their mighty roar
As the cannon and the rail moulds wait, below on the floor.
So while the Profits were mounting,and the Barons rubbed hands
The poor walked around wearing their black arm bands
To mourn for their losses, as each family did pay
As they sweated in Furnace heat,on the coldest of days
And then at the shift end to make their own way
Back to the squalor, and let tired bodies lay
To their hovels called homes,that was throughout of the town
Where the poor wore rags,And the Rich wore Ball Gowns.