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Shall the Saxon army shake you, Smite, pursue and overtake you ? Men of Harlech, God shall make you
Victors, blow for blow ! As the rivers of Eryri Sweep the vale with flooded fury, Gwalia from her mountain eyrie
Thunders on the foe! Now, avenging Briton, Smite as he has smitten !
Let your rage on history's page In Saxon blood be written ! His lance is long, but yours is longer, Strong his sword, but yours is stronger! One stroke more ! and then your wronger
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Ni chaiff gelyn ladd acymlid— Harlech ! Harlech ! cwyd iw herlld;
Y mae Rhoddwr mawr tin Rhyddid,
Yn rhoi nerth i ni, Wele Gymru aH byddinoedd, Yn ymdywallt oV mynyddoedd ! Rhtithrant fel rhaeadrau dyfroedd,
Llamant fely Hi! Llwyddiant Vn lluyddion! Rwystro bar yr cstron!
Gwybod yn ei galon gaiff, Fel bratha cleddyf Brython ;
Y clidd yn crbyn cledd a chzvery, Diir yn crbyn dur a dcry,
Wele fancr Gwalia'ifyny, Rhyddid aiff a hi! |
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