Track 2669/7Men Of Harlech

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When of my past to glory Victory is coming o'er ye Right I feel as that before ye Thee not adorn And to stars she seems to wander Render sluggish wondersonder There to her I'll make thunder If ye hold her Echoes loudly waking Hill and valley shaking Till the sound spreads all around The saxophones' carnage breaking Forwards on every side a-singing Forward impressed with hearts unfailing Till the waves, o'er them wavy Have gone and healed When of her like much to glory Victory is for three o'er ye Right I feel as that before ye Thee not adorn And to stars she seems to wander Render sluggish wondersonder There to her I'll make thunder If ye hold her Echoes loudly waking Hill and valley shaking Till the sound spreads all around The saxophones' carnage breaking Forwards on every side a-singing Forward impressed with hearts unfailing Till invaders burn with wailing Come, come, and echoed, healed Come, come, and echoed, healed