Men of Harlech Lyrics

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There are several versions of "Men of Harlech". The following version was used during the Anglo-Welsh wars (as they mention defeating the Saxons).

1. 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 deaf'ning 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!

2. Thou, who noble Cambria wrongest,

Know that freedom's cause is strongest,

Freedom's courage lasts the longest,

Ending but with death!

Freedom countless hosts can scatter,

Freedom stoutest mail can shatter,

Freedom thickest walls can batter,

Fate is in her breath.

See, they now are flying!

Dead are heap'd with dying!

Over might hath triumph'd right,

Our land to foes denying;

Upon their soil we never sought them,

Love of conquest hither brought them,

But this lesson we have taught them,

"Cambria ne'er can yield!"

A special version was made for the film Zulu:

1.Men of Harlech stop your dreaming

Can't you see their spear points gleaming

See their warrior's pennants streaming

To this battle field

2.Men of Harlech stand ye steady

It cannot be ever said ye

For the battle were not ready

Stand and never yield

3.From the hills rebounding

Let this war cry sounding

Summon all at Cambria's call

The mighty force surrounding

4.Men of Harlech onto glory

This shall ever be your story

Keep these fighting words before ye

Cambria (Welshmen never) will not yield