| Lyrics: | 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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