Men of Harlech

Hark! I hear the foe advancing, Barb'd steeds are proudly prancing; Helmets in the sunbeams glancing, Glitter through the trees. Men of Har-lech, lie ye dreaming? See ye not their falchions gleaming, While their pennons gaily streaming Flutter in the breeze? From the rocks rebounding Let the war cry sounding Summon all at Cambria's call, The haughty foe surrounding. Men of Harlech, on to glory! See, your banner fam'd in story Waves these burning words before ye, "DEATH before we yield!"