Verse 1

Glyndwr, see thy comet flaming, Hear a heavenly voice declaiming, To the world below proclaiming, Cambria shall be free: While thy star on high is beaming, Soldiers from the mountains teeming, With their spears and lances gleaming, Come to follow thee. Hear the trumpet sounding While the steeds are bounding, On the gale from hill and dale, The war-cry is resounding: Warriors famed in song and story, Coming from the mountains hoary, Rushing to the fields of glory, Eager for the fray: To the valley wending, Hearths and homes defending, With their proud and valiant prince, From ancient kings descending; See the mighty host advancing, Sunbeams on their helmets dancing, On his gallant charger prancing, Glyndwr leads the way.