Rampage & Revel (8)

HARRI WEBB:

Rampage & Revel

Owain Glyndwr (1415)

The harps are all silent, the flags are all furled,

And darkness has covered the face of the world.

From valley to valley the whisper has flown,

That dead is Prince Owain and empty his throne.

For fifteen long winters the struggle he bore

For freedom and justice, but now it's all o'er.

Sleep soundly, brave Owain, though battle was vain,

The time may well come when we'll call you again.

Like the shadows of clouds on the green hills of Wales

The centuries pass, but still linger the tales

Of a prince who rode foremost in Cymru's just fight,

And brought a proud nation from darkness to light.

For him the rains weep and the winter winds moan,

But the grave of our hero's forever unknown.

Sleep soundly, brave Owain, your time is not yet,

but your fight for our freedom no man will forget.

The centuries have passed but the battle's not done,

And the cause that he died for has yet to be won,

With his memory to stir us, his deeds to inflame,

We will conquer our freedom in Owain's great name,

Strike hard at the traitors and cleanse all the land

With the keen sword of vengeance we take from his hand.

Our country is calling, we strive for her sake,

Sleep soundly, Prince Owain, your sons are awake!