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I	A
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Prince of Bards was old Aneurin	B
He the grand Gododin sang	C
All his numbers threw such fire in	B
Struck his harp so wild a twang	D
Still the wakeful Briton borrows	E
Wisdom from its ancient heat	F
Still it haunts our source of sorrows	E
Deep excess of liquor sweet	F
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II	A
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Here the Briton there the Saxon	B
Face to face three fields apart	G
Thirst for light to lay their thwacks on	B
Each the other with good heart	G
Dry the Saxon sits 'mid dinful	H
Noise of iron knits his steel	H
Fresh and roaring with a skinful	H
Britons round the hirlas reel	H
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III	A
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Yellow flamed the meady sunset	I
Red runs up the flag of morn	B
Signal for the British onset	I
Hiccups through the British horn	B
Down these hillmen pour like cattle	H
Sniffing pasture grim below	H
Showing eager teeth of battle	H
In his spear heads lies the foe	H
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IV	H
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Monster of the sea we drive him	J
Back into his hungry brine	B
You shall lodge him feed him wive him	J
Look on us we stand in line	B
Pale sea monster foul the waters	K
Cast him foul he leaves our land	L
You shall yield us land and daughters	K
Stay the tongue and try the hand	L
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V	H
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Swift as torrent streams our warriors	K
Tossing torrent lights find way	M
Burst the ridges crowd the barriers	K
Pierce them where the spear heads play	M
Turn them as the clods in furrow	H
Top them like the leaping foam	N
Sorrow to the mother sorrow	H
Sorrow to the wife at home	N
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VI	H
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Stags they butted bulls they bellowed	O
Hounds we baited them oh brave	H
Every second man unfellowed	O
Took the strokes of two and gave	H
Bare as hop stakes in November's	K
Mists they met our battle flood	O
Hoary red as Winter's embers	K
Lay their dead lines done in blood	O
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VII	H
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Thou my Bard didst hang thy lyre in	B
Oak leaves and with crimson brand	O
Rhythmic fury spent Aneurin	B
Songs the churls could understand	O
Thrumming on their Saxon sconces	P
Straight the invariable blow	H
Till they snorted true responses	P
Ever thus the Bard they know	H
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VIII	H
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But ere nightfall harper lusty	O
When the sun was like a ball	H
Dropping on the battle dusty	O
What was yon discordant call	H
Cambria's old metheglin demon	B
Breathed against our rushing tide	O
Clove us midst the threshing seamen	B
Gashed we saw our ranks divide	O
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IX	P
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Britain then with valedictory	O
Shriek veiled off her face and knelt	O
Full of liquor full of victory	O
Chief on chief old vengeance dealt	O
Backward swung their hurly burly	O
None but dead men kept the fight	O
They that drink their cup too early	O
Darkness they shall see ere night	O
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X	P
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Loud we heard the yellow rover	Q
Laugh to sleep while we raged thick	R
Thick as ants the ant hill over	Q
Asking who has thrust the stick	R
Lo as frogs that Winter cumbers	P
Meet the Spring with stiffen'd yawn	B
We from our hard night of slumbers	P
Marched into the bloody dawn	B
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XI	P
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Day on day we fought though shattered	O
Pushed and met repulses sharp	S
Till our Raven's plumes were scattered	O
All save old Aneurin's harp	S
Hear it wailing like a mother	Q
O'er the strings of children slain	B
He in one tongue in another	Q
Alien I one blood yet twain	B
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XII	P
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Old Aneurin droop no longer	Q
That squat ocean scum we own	B
Had fine stoutness made us stronger	Q
Brought us much required backbone	B
Claimed of Power their dues and granted	O
Dues to Power in turn when rose	P
Mightier rovers they that planted	O
Sovereign here the Norman nose	P
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XIII	P
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Glorious men with heads of eagles	P
Chopping arms and cupboard lips	P
Warriors hunters keen as beagles	P
Mounted aye on horse or ships	P
Active being hungry creatures	P
Silent having nought to say	P
High they raised the lord of features	P
Saxon worshipped to this day	P
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XIV	H
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Hear its deeds the great recital	H
Stout as bergs of Arctic ice	P
Once it led and lived a title	H
Now it is and names its price	P
This our Saxon brothers cherish	T
This when by the worth of wits	P
Lands are reared aloft or perish	T
Sole illumes their lucre pits	P
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XV	H
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Know we not our wrongs unwritten	B
Though they be Aneurin Sword	O
Song and subtle mind the Briton	B
Brings to market all ignored	O
'Gainst the Saxon's bone impinging	U
Still is our Gododin played	O
Shamed we see him humbly cringing	U
In a shadowy nose's shade	O
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XVI	H
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Bitter is the weight that crushes	P
Low my Bard thy race of fire	Q
Here no fair young future blushes	P
Bridal to a man's desire	Q
Neither chief nor aim nor splendour	Q
Dressing distance we perceive	H
Neither honour nor the tender	Q
Bloom of promise morn or eve	H
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XVII	H
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Joined we are a tide of races	P
Rolled to meet a common fate	O
England clasps in her embraces	P
Many what is England's state	O
England her distended middle	H
Thumps with pride as Mammon's wife	H
Says that thus she reads thy riddle	H
Heaven 'tis heaven to plump her life	H
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XVIII	H
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O my Bard a yellow liquor	Q
Like to that we drank of old	O
Gold is her metheglin beaker	Q
She destruction drinks in gold	O
Warn her Bard that Power is pressing	U
Hotly for his dues this hour	Q
Tell her that no drunken blessing	U
Stops the onward march of Power	Q
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XIX	P
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Has she ears to take forewarnings	P
She will cleanse her of her stains	P
Feed and speed for braver mornings	P
Valorously the growth of brains	P
Power the hard man knit for action	B
Reads each nation on the brow	Q
Cripple fool and petrifaction	B
Fall to him are falling now	B