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| Traditional Celtic Music, Scottish Songs & Border Ballads |
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| Welsh Music |
| Men Of Harlech |
| In the words of Burns, as he wrote from the heart. Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victorie. Now's the day, and now's the hour; See the front o' battle lour; See approach proud Edward's power, Chains and slaverie. Wha would be a traitor-knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a Slave? Let him turn and flie: Wha for Scotland's king and law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or free-man fa', Let him follow me. By Oppression's woes and pains! By your Sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud Usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us Do - or Die!!! Choose your destiny. |
| Rhyfelgyrch Gwyr Harlech 1. Wele goelcerth wen yn fflamio A thafodau tân yn bloeddio Ar i'r dewrion ddod i daro, Unwaith eto'n un: Gan fanllefau'r tywysogion, Llais gelynion, trwst arfogion, A charlamiad y marchogion, Craig ar graig a gryn Arfon byth ni orfydd, Cenir yn dragywydd; Cymru fydd fel Cymru fu, Yn glodfawr ymysg gwledydd; 'Ngwyn oleuni'r goelcerth acw, Tros wefusau Cymro'n marw, Annibyniaeth sydd yn galw, Am ei dewraf ddyn. 2. Ni chaiff gelyn ladd ac ymlid Harlech! Harlech! cwyd i'w herlid Y mae Rhoddwr mawr ein Rhyddid Yn rhoi nerth i ni. Wele Gymru a'i byddinoedd Yn ymdywallt o'r mynyddoedd! Rhuthrant fel rhaeadrau dyfroedd, Llamant fel y lli! Llwyddiant i'n marchogion Rwystro gledd yr estron! Gwybod yn ei galon gaiff, Fel bratha cleddyf Brython; Y cledd yn erbyn cledd a chwery, Dur yn erbyn dur a dery, Wele faner Gwalia'i fyny, Rhyddid aiff â hi! Men Of Harlech 1. Men of Harlech! In the Hollow, Do ye hear like rushing billow Wave on wave that surging follow Battle's distant sound? Tis the tramp of Saxon foemen, Saxon spearmen, Saxon bowmen, Be they knights or hinds or yeomen, They shall bite the ground! Loose the folds asunder, Flag we conquer under! The placid sky now bright on high, Shall launch its bolts in thunder! Onward! 'tis the country needs us, He is bravest, he who leads us Honor's self now proudly heads us, Freedom, God and Right! 2. Rocky Steeps and passes narrow, Flash with spear and flight of arrow Who would think of death or sorrow? Death is glory now! Hurl the reeling horsemen over, Let the earth dead foemen cover Fate of friend, of wife, of lover, Trembles on a blow! Strands of life are riven! Blow for blow is given In deadly lock, or battle shock, And mercy shrieks to heaven! Men of Harlech! young or hoary, Would you win a name in story? Strike for home, for life, for glory! Freedom, God and Right! |