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Steel the gauntlet

Sharp the blade

Hot the conflict

Fierce the raid.


From the mountains

We came down

Barred their passage

To each town.


Fired our arrows

Flung our spears

Red their faces

Bloody tears.


Drove them far

From our land

We fought bravely

Hand to hand.


Baner Glyndwr

Owain’s flag

Flying now


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David Subacchiowain glyndwrWelsh Poetry

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