Tongues Of Fire On Idriss Flaring
News Of Foemen Near Declaring
To Heroic Deeds Of Daring
For You Harlech Men
Groans Of Wounded Peasants Dying
Wails Of Wives And Children Flying
O'r The Distinct Succor Crying
Call You Harlech Men
Shall The Voice Of Wailing
Now Be Unavailing?
You To Rouse Whom Ever Yet
In Battles Unfailing
This Our Answer Crowds Downpouring
Swift As Winter Torrents Roaring
Not To Make The Voice Imploring
Calls On Harlech Men
Now The Marshal Pipes Are Sounding
Every Manly Heart Is Pounding
As The Trusted Chiefs Surrounding
That's We Harlech Men
Short The Sleep The Foe Is Taking
Ever Morrows Morn Is Breaking
They Shall Have A Rude Awakening
Roused By Harlech Men
Now Cease Your Weeping
Come With Me The Foes Are Sleeping
You Enjoy Some Safety Now
The Harlech Men Are Keeping
E'er The Son Is High In Heaven
Pray You Fear By Panic Driven
Shall Like Frightened Sheep Be Driven
Bye Bye Harlech Men