The minstrelsy of Chirk Castle (Erddigan Caer y Waun)

In days of ancient story,

When minstrels sung before you,

The strains of love and glory

In Chirk-castle hall.

With glowing ardour telling,

In numbers bold and strong,

The deeds of brave Llewellyn,

In heroic song.

Or when the sprightly measure

Reviv'd departed pleasure,

And fancy from her treasure

Did faded joys recall;

Your vaulted roofs resounding,

The youthful train advance,

Each heart with transport bounding

In the mazy dance!

Still may heroic story,

By minstrels sung before you,

Breathe mirth, and joy, and glory

In Chirk-castle hall.

Your wand'ring bards inviting

The social board to grace,

Sweet harmony uniting

Cambria's tuneful race.