WELSHMEN WILL NOT YIELD!

Men of Harlech stop your dreaming
Can't you see their spear points gleaming
See their warrior pennants streaming
To this battlefield
Men of Harlech stand ye steady
It cannot be ever said ye
For the battle were not ready
Stand and never yield
From the hills rebounding
Let this song be sounding
Summon all at Cambria's call
The mighty force surrounding
Men of Harlech on to glory
This will ever be your story
Keep these burning words before ye

WELSHMEN WILL NOT YIELD!

Sniff! Pass the tissues!
Enough patriotism for today.

We've yielded to the saeson language, I'm bloody teaching the damdest thing (earns me quite good dosh actually), so if you've been following my new blog, follow it again because I've changed the name and the URL.