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THE WAR SONG OF THE WELSH
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THE WAR SONG OF THE WELSH BORDERERS.
Awake! for the dragon standard
Is waving on each tower,
Awake! ye men of the mountain land,
For now is the vengeance hour.
Awake! ye men of the torrent's land,
For red are the clouds that lour.
Is waving on each tower,
Awake! ye men of the mountain land,
For now is the vengeance hour.
Awake! ye men of the torrent's land,
For red are the clouds that lour.
'Tis not to chase the bloody wolf,
Upon great Snowdon's height,
It is to chase the bloody men,
And battle for the right.
Arm! arm! ye men of the lake and stream,
Against proud England's might.
Upon great Snowdon's height,
It is to chase the bloody men,
And battle for the right.
Arm! arm! ye men of the lake and stream,
Against proud England's might.
We'll drive them to their postern door,
Like a shepherd a thievish hound,
We'll leap old Chester's river wall,
All armed, at a bound;
Not an English boor, in all wide Wales,
Shall anywhere be found.
Like a shepherd a thievish hound,
We'll leap old Chester's river wall,
All armed, at a bound;
Not an English boor, in all wide Wales,
Shall anywhere be found.
Think of the Welsh king's glory,
Ye men that guard the fold,
Think of the leaguered cities,
In the glorious days of old.
Awake! ye men of the horny hand,
And the lion heart and bold.
Ye men that guard the fold,
Think of the leaguered cities,
In the glorious days of old.
Awake! ye men of the horny hand,
And the lion heart and bold.
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