[00:39.490]Men of Harlech, march to glory,
[00:45.190]Victory is hov'ring o'er ye,
[00:49.590]Bright-eyed freedom stands before ye,
[00:55.490]Hear ye not her call?
[01:03.110]At your sloth she seems to wonder;
[01:08.490]Rend the sluggish bonds asunder,
[01:13.590]Let the war-cry's deaf'ning thunder
[01:18.490]Every foe appall.
[01:23.490]Echoes loudly waking,
[01:29.490]Hill and valley shaking;
[01:34.490]'Till the sound spreads wide around,
[01:39.490]The Saxon's courage breaking;
[01:44.490]Your foes on every side assailing,
[01:49.490]Forward press with heart unfailing,
[01:55.490]'Till invaders learn with quailing,
[01:59.490]Cambria ne'er can yield!
[02:25.490]Thou, who noble Cambria wrongest,
[02:31.490]Know that freedom's cause is strongest,
[02:36.490]Freedom's courage lasts the longest,
[02:41.490]Ending but with death!
[02:45.490]See, they now are flying!
[02:51.490]Dead are heap'd with dying!
[02:57.490]Over might hath triumph'd right,
[03:01.490]Our land to foes denying;
[03:06.490]Upon their soil we never sought them,
[03:12.490]Love of conquest hither brought them,
[03:18.490]But this lesson we have taught them,
[03:25.490]"Cambria ne'er can yield!"
[03:31.490]But this lesson we have taught them,
[03:40.490]"Cambria ne'er can yield!"