Morfa Rhuddlan
(The Marsh Of Rhuddlan)
Over Eryri the setting sun flashes
Night's curtain closes o'er moorland and lea
Now not a breath stirs the shadowy ashes
Far far away falls the sigh of the sea.
Yet every patriot pulse in my body
Knocks at the door of my passionate heart
While Rhuddlan Marsh in thy battlefield bloody
Cursed of the Cymru, again I take part.
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