RISE, MEN OF WALES .

Hark to the winds that a message are bringing
Over from France and the ocean to you,
From troops who while fighting to save you at home,
Are steadfast and true.

Come, help us with men, munitions and arms.
Come, follow the drum and the bugle's call;
For bravely we march to the battlefield
While our comrades fall.

We need you abroad to fill up the ranks,
We need you at home with pickaxe and spade;
We need your full strength and extra time given
In every trade.

Our dearly-loved sons and our noblest have gone,
With tneder farewells from mothers and wives;
O! turn on away – with tears they are pleading
To you for their lives.

Shame on the slackers who loiter about,
Spending their days in idling and pleasure,
Or thinking of gain in this hour of trial —
Of money and treasure.

Listen no longer to traitorous lies
From those who desire to bind you as slaves,
For Britain must rise triumphant and free,
Or sink in the waves.

Rise up, men of Wales , for the danger is near;
To Glory and Honour throw open the door,
That the fame of your land in valleys and hills
May be sung evermore.

T. E. R.