MEN OF HARLECH



Men of Harlech in the hollow, do you hear like rushing billow

Wave on wave that surging fellow battle's distant sound

'Tis the tramp of Saxon foemen, Saxon spearmen, Saxon bowmen

Be they knights or hinds or yeomen, they shall bite the ground

Loose the folds asunder, flag we conquer under

The placid sky, now calm on high shall launch its bolts of thunder

Onward, 'tis our country needs us, he is bravest, he who leads us

Honor's self now proudly heeds us: Freedom, God, and Right



Rocky steeps and passes narrow flash with spear and flight of arrow

Who would think of death or sorrow? Death is glory now

Hurl the reeling horsemen over, let the earth dead foemen cover

Fate of friend or wife or lover trembles on a blow

Strands of life are riven, blow for blow is given

In deadly lock or battle shock, and mercy shrieks to Heaven

Men of Harlech, young or hoary would you win a name in story

Strike for home, for life, for glory. Freedom, God, and Right

@Welsh @war

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