Men of Harlech

Men of Harlech, march to glory
Victory is hov'ring o'er ye
Bright-eyed freedom stands before ye
Hear ye not her call?
At your sloth she seems to wonder
Rend the sluggish bonds asunder
Let the war-cry's deaf'ning thunder
Every foe appall
Echoes loudly waking
Hill and valley shaking
'Till the sound spreads wide around
The Saxon's courage breaking
Your foes on every side assailing
Forward press with heart unfailing
'Till invaders learn with quailing
Cambria ne'er shall yield

Thou, who noble Cambria wrongest
Know that freedom's cause is strongest
Freedom's courage lasts the longest
Ending but with death!
Freedom countless hosts can scatter
Freedom stoutest mail can shatter
Freedom thickest walls can batter
Fate is in her breath
See, they now are flying!
Dead are heap'd with dying!
Over might hath triumph'd right
Our land to foes denying
Upon their soil we never sought them
Love of conquest hither brought them
But this lesson we have taught them
‘Cambria ne'er shall yield!’
But this lesson we have taught them
‘Cambria ne'er shall yield!’