Broken by starvation and poverty
While the iron masters sip their wine
Young and old together marched for justice
But the bayonet and the bullet’s what they find
"Bread or blood” cried a collier
“We’ve come to far lads to run”
But in our Myther town in 1831
They were cut down by the government guns
And in the midst of senseless slaughter
One soldier wounded in the thigh
Who later swore on oath at the trial
That Dic Penderyn was not the man
Though he had stood for everything they wanted
And rose up with his people on that day
It could not have been he that harmed the soldier
But some there with a grudge put him away,
Said they’d stitch him up one day
Despite petitions and cries for mercy
All that the facts had to say
Neither king nor his parliament would listen
Even the judge was turned away
Hey Lord Melbourne how did you sleep then
With all that evidence in your face
Well you shot down 24 so why not hang someone?
Got to keep those workers in their place
He slowly climbs the steps to the gallows pole
The last few moments of a life
His eyes survey the crowd of gallant Welsh
Looking for his wife, he can’t see his wife.
She says, lift me up oh lift me boys
Let me see the one I love
Lift me up oh lift me boys
Let me see the man I love one more time
But louder and longer than the sound of guns
Is the memory of what was done
You can only trample people down for so long
Time will show you have not won
And long before all this on a hill in Palestine
They strung another up they say was a friend
of yours and mine
Dying in the place of another one
But in the morning comes the sun
Lift me up oh lift me now
Let me see the one I love
Lift me up oh lift me now
Let me see the one I love one more time
