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'Men of Harlech, stop your dreaming.
Can't you see their spear points gleaming?
See their warrior pendants streaming
To this battlefield.
Men of Harlech, stand ye steady.
It cannot be ever said ye
For the battle were not ready.
Welshmen never yield.
From the hills rebounding
Let this war cry sounding
Summon all at Cambria's call,
The mighty force surrounding.
Men of Harlech, on to glory!
This will ever be your story
Keep these burning words before ye:
Welshmen will not yield. |
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