Dai was a Miner
Dai was a miner, he worked underground,As dangerous place as could ever be found.He worked long, dark hours, digging for coal,Proud of his heritage, family, miners all.Now Dai has the scars of this dangerous place,A rockfall near ended him, he bears marks on his face,A shoulder that’s weakened and half an ear cut away.Reminders of what happened, he sees every day.Humour never far of, if you don’t chuckle then you’ll cry,So Dai’s got a nickname, one everyone knows him by.He’s called Dai Eighteen Months, and this is the laugh,Christened to make light of his “ear and an half!”