But he's had some rejects lately, 'cos there's such a big demand;
So he sells them to the northern clubs, and stamps them 'second-hand'.

It's there where Harry Dampers works, it's where the money's best,
But now his health is failing and the dust lies on his chest.
But he'll get his compensation though his health's gone off the rails
When he sees that finished product score the winning try for Wales.

But now the belts are empty, came a sadness with the dawn.
And the body-press is idle, and the valley's blinds are drawn.
Disaster struck this morning when a fitter's mate named Ron
Cracked the mould of solid gold, that once made Barry John.

Old Harry Dampers (struck with grief), received the final call.
And old Harry has been taken to the greatest outside-half of all.
  Whose hands are kind and gentle, though they bear the mark of nails,
So Harry stamped him 'Number Ten', 'cos he was made in Wales.

And the wheels will go on turning, and trams will run on rails,
To that factory 'neath the mountain making outside halves for Wales.

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