Men of Harlech! In the Hollow, Do ye hear like rushing billow Wave on wave that surging follow Battle's distant sound? Tis the tramp of Saxon foemen, Saxon spearmen, Saxon bowmen, Be they knights or hinds or yeomen, They shall bite the ground! Loose the folds asunder, Flag we conquer under! Placid sky now bright on high, Shall launch its bolts in thunder! Onward! 'tis our country needs us, He is bravest, he who leads us Honor's self now proudly heads us, Freedom, God and Right!