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Ye men of Precelly,
Come forth from the hills;
Come forth from the mountains
Like Spring-flowing rills.
Dyfed’s chieftains are calling
From cromlech and grave;
Ye, men of Precelly,
Come forth and be brave.
King Arthur’s not sleeping,
Carnabwth was right –
In the throes of oppression
The hill-men will fight.
Ye men of Precelly,
Brow-beaten and hard;
The homeland’s in danger,
Ye are the “Home” Guard. |
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