Gorhoffedd gwyr Harlech

Dauntless sons of Celtic sires,

Whose souls the love of freedom fires;

Hark, ev'ry harp to war inspires

On Cader Idris side.

See the brave advancing,

See the brave advancing!

Each well-tried spear, which Saxons fear,

In warlike splendour glancing!

Proud Harlech1 from her frowning towers

Pours forth her never failing powers:

Rouse, heroes, glory shall be ours;

March on, your country's pride!

Shall heart-rending sounds of woe

Be heard where Conway's waters flow?

Or shall a rude and ruthless foe

Find here one willing slave?

From mountain and from valley,

From mountain and from valley;

From Snowdon, from Plinlimmon's brow,

Around your Prince ye rally.

Let cowards kiss th' oppressor's scourge,

Home to his heart your weapons urge,

Or whelm him in th' avenging surge;

To victory, ye brave!