Stags, they butted; bulls, they bellowed; Hounds, we baited them; oh, brave! Every second man, unfellowed, Took the strokes of two, and gave. Bare as hop-stakes in November's Mists they met our battle-flood: Hoary-red as Winter's embers Lay their dead lines done in blood. VII. Thou, my Bard, didst hang thy lyre in Oak-leaves, and with crimson brand Rhythmic fury spent, Aneurin; Songs the churls could understand: Thrumming on their Saxon sconces Straight, the invariable blow, Till they snorted true responses. Ever thus the Bard they know! VIII. But ere nightfall, harper lusty! When the sun was like a ball Dropping on the battle dusty, What was yon discordant call? Cambria's old metheglin demon Breathed against our rushing tide; Clove us midst the threshing seamen:-- Gashed, we saw our ranks divide! IX. Britain then with valedictory Shriek veiled off her face and knelt. Full of liquor, full of victory, Chief on chief old vengeance dealt. Backward swung their hurly-burly; None but dead men kept the fight. They that drink their cup too early, Darkness they shall see ere night. X. Loud we heard the yellow rover Laugh to sleep, while we raged thick, Thick as ants the ant-hill over, Asking who has thrust the stick. Lo, as frogs that Winter cumbers Meet the Spring with stiffen'd yawn, We from our hard night of slumbers, Marched into the bloody dawn. XI. Day on day we fought, though shattered; Pushed and met repulses sharp, Till our Raven's plumes were scattered: All, save old Aneurin's harp. Hear it wailing like a mother O'er the strings of children slain! He in one tongue, in another, Alien, I; one blood, yet twain. XII. Old Aneurin! droop no longer. That squat ocean-scum, we own, Had fine stoutness, made us stronger, Brought us much-required backbone: Claim'd of Power their dues, and granted Dues to Power in turn, when rose Mightier rovers; they that planted Sovereign here the Norman nose. XIII. Glorious men, with heads of eagles, Chopping arms, and cupboard lips; Warriors, hunters, keen as beagles, Mounted aye on horse or ships. Active, being hungry creatures; Silent, having nought to say: High they raised the lord of features, Saxon-worshipped to this day. XIV. Hear its deeds, the great recital! Stout as bergs of Arctic ice Once it led, and lived; a title Now it is, and names its price. This our Saxon brothers cherish: This, when by the worth of wits Lands are reared aloft, or perish, Sole illumes their lucre-pits. XV.