HARRI WEBB.
Rampage & Revel
The Battle of Berwyn
The summer skies are clear and bright
And there at my command
Rides many a noble armoured Knight,
Said Henry, King of England.
To Berwyn then, to Berwyn,
The far hills of Berwyn.
With banners high he crossed the dyke,
Proud Wales he would put down,
And at her heart he aimed to strike
And wear her royal crown
On Berwyn, high Berwyn,
The lonely hills of Berwyn.
But summer was to winter turned,
The breeze to an icy blast,
The thunder churned, the lightening burned,
The invader stood aghast
On Berwyn, cold Berwyn,
The stormy heights of Berwyn.
And all the fighting men of Wales,
For freedom stood together,
They struck with the strength of the howling gales,
They raged like the cruel weather.
On Berwyn, harsh Berwyn,
There's blood on the rain of Berwyn.
Back rolled the tyrant and his host,
Such little as did remain,
The Norman pride and Saxon boast
Drowned in the bitter rain
Of Berwyn, proud Berwyn,
Freedom's throne, high Berwyn.
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