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First Line: Dauntless sons of celtic sires
Last Line: To victory, ye brave!
Subject(s): Marching & Marches; Victory

DAUNTLESS sons of Celtic sires,
Whose souls the love of freedom fires;
Hark! every harp to war inspires
On Cader Idris side.
See the brave advancing,
See the brave advancing:
Each well-tried spear the Saxons fear,
In warlike splendour glancing,
Proud Harlech from her frowning towers
Pours forth her never-failing powers,
Rouse, heroes, glory shall be ours:
March on, your country's pride.

Shall heartrending sounds of woe
Be heard where Conway's waters flow,
Or shall a rude and ruthless foe
Find here one willing slave?
From mountain and from valley,
From mountain and from valley,
From Snowdon, from Plinlimmon's brow
Around your prince ye rally,
Let cowards kiss the oppressors scourge,
Home to his heart your weapons urge,
O'erwhelm him in the avenging surge,
To victory, ye brave!

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