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Men Of Harlech

Men of Harlech march to glory

Victory is hov’ring o’er 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 war-cry’s deafning thunder 

Every foe appall

 

Echoes loudly waking

Hill and valley shaking

‘Till the sound spreads wide around  

The Saxon’s courage breaking  

Your foes on every side assailing

Forward press with heart unfailing

‘Till invaders learn with quailing

Cambria ne’er can yield

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