Текст песни Men of Harlech - Fron Male Voice Choir

Men of Harlech, march to glory
Victory is hov'ring o're ye
Bright-eyed freedom stands before ye
Hear ye not her call?
At your sloth she seems to wonder
Rend the sluggish bonds asunder
Let the warcry's deaf'ning thunder
Ev'ry foe appal

Echoes loudly waking
Hill and valley shaking (Shaking)
Till the sound spreads wide around
The Saxon's courage breaking (Breaking)

Your foes on ev'ry side assailing
Forward press with heart unfailing
Till invaders learn with quailing
Cambria ne'er can yield

Thou who noble Cambria wrongest
Know that freedom's cause is strongest
Freedom's courage lasts the longest
Ending but with death!

See they now are flying!
Dead are heaped with dying! (Dying)
Over might hath triumphed right
Our land to foes denying (Denying)
Upon their soil we never sought them
Love of conquest hither brought them
But this lesson, we have taught them
Cambria ne'er can yield
But this lesson, we have taught them
Cambria ne'er can yield