Sion, the Son of Evan

Hear the shuts of Evan's son!

See the gallant chase begun!

Lo the deer affrighted run

Up yon mountain's side.

Check your speed, ye timorous deer,

Safely rest and cease you fear,

Or boldly on your cliffs appear

And bear your antlers high!

Deep through yonder tangling wood

See the felon wolf pursued,

Straining hard, and streaming blood,

Sion's hounds are nigh!

See the woodland savage grim,

Boney, gaunt, and large of limb,

Furious plunge, and fearless swim

O'er the water wide.

Hear the woods resounding far,

Hark the distant din of war,

See th'impatient hunter dare

Conway's swelling tide.

Evan's son pursues the foe;

See his ardent visage glow!

Now he speeds the mortal blow,

See the savage die!

From dusky den and thorny brake,

The chiding hounds the echoes wake,

The forest's cowering inmates quake,

And triumph rends the air.

Was ever youth like Evan's son,

Was ever course so nobly run?

Was ever prize so glorious won,

'Tis Winifred the fair!

To hardy deeds and conquering arms,

That save the fold from midnight harms,

The ancient chief decrees her charms

The maid beyond compare!