Men of Harlech

men of harlech, march to glory
victory is hovering over ye
bright eyed freedom stands before ye
hear ye not her call?
at your sloth she seems to wander
rend the sluggish bonds asunder
let the war cries deafening thunder
every foe appall
echoes loudly waking
hill and valley shaking
'till the sound spreads wide around
the saxon's courage breaking
foes on every side assailing
forward press with heart unfailing
till invaders learn with quailing
cambria ne'er can yield!
o lord god, who hast given us the land of our fathers for our inheritance, help thy servants, the welsh guards to keep thy laws as our inheritance forever. until we come to that better, and heavenly land which thou hast prepared for us. through jesus christ our lord, amen.
{welsh singing}
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 them now a-flying,
dead are heaped with dying,
o'er might hath triumphed right,
our land to foes denying
upon our soil we never sought them,
love of conquest hither brought them,
but this lesson we have taught them,
cambria ne'er can yield!