Lays and Legends or Ballads of the New World By G. W. Thornbury |
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THE GATHERING SONG OF THE
KINGS OF HARLECH. |
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THE GATHERING SONG OF THE KINGS OF HARLECH.
Come, at the hirlas blast,
Come, as the torrent fast;
Swift on the foemen stoop,
With the dun eagle's swoop,
Come, chiefs of the amber wreath, and the gold 'bossed shield.
Come, as the torrent fast;
Swift on the foemen stoop,
With the dun eagle's swoop,
Come, chiefs of the amber wreath, and the gold 'bossed shield.
From your home in the rock,
Come with the thunder's shock;
Down from each crag and hill,
Fast from each mountain rill.
Come, chiefs with the amber wreath, and the gold 'bossed shield.
Come with the thunder's shock;
Down from each crag and hill,
Fast from each mountain rill.
Come, chiefs with the amber wreath, and the gold 'bossed shield.
Pour as the torrents pour,
Roar as the torrents roar;
Spur on your chargers fast,
Swift as the tempest blast.
Come, chiefs of the amber wreath, and the gold 'bossed shield.
Roar as the torrents roar;
Spur on your chargers fast,
Swift as the tempest blast.
Come, chiefs of the amber wreath, and the gold 'bossed shield.
Ere the red beacon's light,
Scare the dull clouded night
Round grey old Chester's wall,
We shall be gathered all.
Come, chiefs of the amber wreath, and the gold 'bossed shield.
Scare the dull clouded night
Round grey old Chester's wall,
We shall be gathered all.
Come, chiefs of the amber wreath, and the gold 'bossed shield.
Let the silk banners crowd,
Dark as the thunder cloud;
Let the bright spear-heads beam,
Like the blue lightning's gleam.
Come, chiefs with the amber wreath, and the gold 'bossed shield.
Dark as the thunder cloud;
Let the bright spear-heads beam,
Like the blue lightning's gleam.
Come, chiefs with the amber wreath, and the gold 'bossed shield.
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