THE NORMAN HORSESHOE. AIR- The War-song of the Men of Glamorgan. THE Welsh, inhabiting a mountainous country, and possessing only an inferior breed of horses, were usually unable to encounter the shock of the AngloNorman cavalry. Occasionally, however, they were successful in repelling the invaders; and the following verses are supposed to celebrate a defeat of Clare, Earl of Striguil and Pembroke, and of Neville, Baron of Chepstow, Lords-Marchers of Monmouthshire. Rymny is a stream which divides the counties of Monmouth and Glamorgan. Caerphili, the scene of the supposed battle, is a vale upon its banks, dignified by the ruins of a very ancient castle. I. RED glows the forge in Striguil's bounds, And armourers, with iron toil, Barb many a steed for battle's broil. Foul fall the hand which bends the steel That e'er shall dint a sable wound On fair Glamorgan's velvet ground! II. From Chepstow's towers, ere dawn of morn, Was heard afar the bugle horn; And forth, in banded pomp and pride, Stout Clare and fiery Neville ride. They swore, their banners broad should gleam, The Norman charger's spurning heel. And sooth they swore III. -the sun arose, And Rymny's wave with crimson glows; A Norman horseman's curdling blood! IV. Old Chepstow's brides may curse the toil, No more the stamp of armed steed Shall dint Glamorgan's velvet mead; Nor trace be there, in early spring, Save of the Fairies' emerald ring. THE DYING BARD. AIR-Daffydz Gangwen. THE Welsh tradition bears, that a Bard, on his death-bed, demanded his harp, and played the air to which these verses are adapted; requesting that it might be performed at his funeral. I. DINAS EMLINN, lament; for the moment is nigh, When mute in the woodlands thine echoes shall die: No more by sweet Teivi Cadwallon shall rave, II. In spring and in autumn thy glories of shade sung. |