port talbot ~ it’s all over mun
it’s going nowhere is it
the path to the seafront of the retired town
where the shine of coin is fading down
for the grime of the blast-furnaces is done
in its rest on the roofs of the terraced town
where the men walk their lonely dogs
in their clogs with steel toecaps
from the steel works
their time is done
it’s all over mun
it’s all over town
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