[mairdie]

Tongues of fire on Idris flaring,
News of foe-men near declaring,
To heroic deeds of daring,
Calls you, Harlech men

Groans of wounded peasants dying,
Wails of wives and children flying,
For the distant succour crying,
Calls you, Harlech men.

Shall the voice of wailing,
Now be unavailing,
You to rouse who never yet
In battle's hour were failing,

This our answer - crowds down pouring,
Swift as winter torrents roaring,
Not in vain the voice imploring,
Calls on Harlech men

Loud the martial pipes are sounding
Every manly heart is pounding
As our trusted chief surrounding,
March we Harlech men.

Short the sleep the foe is taking,
Ere the morrows' morn is breaking,
They shall have a rude awakening,
Roused by Harlech men.

Mothers cease your weeping,
Calm may be your sleeping,
You and yours in safety now
The Harlech men are keeping,

Ere the sun is high in heaven
They you fear by panic riven
Shall like frightened sheep be driven,
Far by Harlech men.

[mairdie]

PING

[Atomic Vomit]

A lovely heroic song!
That song always reminds me of Rick Rescorla. If you don’t know the name, you should. He saved 2700 people on 9-11. By many accounts of that day he was singing that song as he headed back up the stairs.

Mrs. AV

[dljordan]

I just love that song.

[shalom aleichem]

beautiful!