Men of Harlech! In the Hollow,
ye hear like rushing billow
Wave on wave that surging follow
Battle's distant sound?
Tis the tramp of Saxon foemen,
Saxon spearmen, Saxon bowmen,
Be they knights or hinds or yeomen,
They shall bite the ground!
Loose the folds
Flag we conquer under!
The placid sky now bright on high,
Shall launch its bolts in thunder!
'tis the country needs us,
He is bravest, he who leads us
Honor's self now proudly heads us,
Freedom, God and Right!
Steeps and passes narrow,
Flash with spear and flight of arrow
Who would think of death or sorrow?
Death is glory
Hurl the reeling horsemen over,
Let the earth dead foemen cover
Fate of friend, of wife, of lover,
on a blow!
Strands of life are riven!
Blow for blow is given
In deadly lock, or battle shock,
And mercy shrieks
Men of Harlech! young or hoary,
Would you win a name in story?
Stike for home, for life, for glory!
God and Right!