CALL TO ARMS.

Can't you hear the bugles calling,
From the mountains to the sea,
Come along, come along.
The foe is on the marches,
Arm for Wales and Liberty ,
Come along, come along,
Can't you hear.

Drop the pruning hook and sickle
Let the women till the lands,
Come along, come along,
There's a grimmer harvest waiting,
From your hands, come along,
Can't you hear.

Never yet in their old story
Have they bent suppliant knee,
They will come;
Hark! I hear a nation arming
Like the surging of a sea;
Can't you hear their trumpets sounding,
On for Wales and Liberty .
They are coming, coming, coming,
Can't you hear.