Rebecca, Rebecca

Rebecca, Rebecca oh what have you done
The lesson was there for the learning
My brother is banished to Botany Bay
These Gentry are no men for turning

I came to Cae White from the Valleys of fire
When the Chartist’s March was defeated
We came out of the hills, sick of government bills
But with another revolt we were greeted

Rebecca our Rebecca, Tom Rhyader by name
Was taken one night by the soldiers
Betrayed by Joe Scarlet for a fifty pound prize
Now Joey will grow no older

The Daughters found Joey down by the lime kilns
Where he slept when the cold nights were biting
He had sold out Rebecca in an Camarthen Inn
So that night was Joes time for dying

Rebecca our Rebecca is Flannagan now
And his daughters are ready for battle
But my heart has grown cold deep to my soul
So away from Cae White I must travel

Oh Jethro oh Jethro my mother she cried
Our Mortymer name has fallen
We are on the four winds for all of our sins
Now the land of the free is calling

Oh Rebecca, Rebecca what have you done
Though I know that your cause is righteous
As I sailed on the Cestria America bound
My heart is no longer for fighting

But as I looked back and saw my beautiful Wales
For the mountains and valleys to the Lord I gave praise
For I knew that my soul would forever be chained
To the land of my fathers my beloved Wales

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Rebecca, Rebecca.
Jethro, the Mortymers youngest son, is now the man of the family. We now take up his story through The Hosts of Rebecca. The Rebecca riots are nightly occurrences and Jethro eventually gets drawn into the fray.

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