Men Of Harlech

Men of Harlech, wake from sleeping,
Saxon tyrants are now creeping,
Like a river, onward sweeping,
Swiftly through the night.
Side by side with spear and bowmen
With your valour you shall show men
How to vanquish Saxon foe-men
Put them all to flight.
Fight for wives and mothers
Children, sisters, brothers.
Your country needs your gallant deeds
To save yourself and others.
Whilst the battle drums are beating
This your war cry, this your greeting
No surrender, no retreating
Harlech wins the fight.