For Freedom’s cause to stand,
And ’gainst oppression urge their might,
My sons have stood for God and right.
And so we join you in this fight!
NO. 7. CHORUS: “Harlech”:
Men of Harlech! in the hollow,
Do you hear like rushing billow,
Wave on wave that surging follow,
Battle’s distant sound?
’Tis the tramp of Saxon foeman,