THE
Welsh-Mens GLORY,
OR,
The Famous Victories of the Antient BRITANS
Obtain'd upon St. DAVID's Day.
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THe Honour, Glory and the Grace
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Of valiant Brutes tryumphant Race,
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Shewing the Reasons, wherefore they
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Wear Leeks upon St. Davids Day.
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The valiant Deeds of Britans bold,
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I here shall sing in Verse;
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Direct my Pen, Heroick Muse!
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While I the same reherse:
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That to the Britans noble Fame,
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I bravely chant it may,
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The Reason why, they do wear LEEKS
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Upon St. Davids Day.
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I mean not to relate the Deeds
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Of warlike valiant GUY,
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Nor Englands Warwick Champion,
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Saint GEORGE's Chivalry;
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Nor any other Warriors Fame,
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Intend I to display,
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But what the Britans bold have done
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Upon St. Davids Day.
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Cold Winter with his frosty Face
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Doth bid you all Farewel;
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And manly March hath taken place,
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A Month with you to dwell:
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Brother to sweet April Showers,
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And Usher to fair MAY,
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And in his Hat a LEEK he wears
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Upon St. Davids Day.
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'Gainst Britan when the Romans did
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Their warlike Ensigns bear,
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Instead of Plumes, the green-top LEEKS
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Brutes valiant Race did wear,
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Who bravely from the Roman Troop,
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The Conquest bore away,
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Which Badge of Honour still they wear
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Upon St[.] Davids Day.
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And though stout Caesar with his Force
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Did strongly invade their Land,
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The Britans bold with Foot and Horse
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His Power did withstand,
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And when of them he Tribute sought,
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They did refuse to pay,
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For which they still do wear a LEEK
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Upon St. Davids Day.
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The Saxons entered afterwards,
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And Essex did obtain,
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And with an Army well prepared,
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The Kingdom for to gain;
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Each Town and City went to wrack
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Where the Saxons bore the Sway,
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At length the Britans drove them back
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Upon St. Davids Day.
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They being lead by that brave Prince,
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King Arthur called by Name,
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Whose Power with his valiant Knights
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The Saxons Pride did tame.
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In twelve Battles them did overthrow,
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As Chronicles do say,
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The last of which, the Britans overcame
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Upon St. Davids Day.
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Next after that the Lances came in,
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That great nerping Foe,
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At Winchelsey they did begin
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The Land to overthrow;
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Till Captain Landaff, a BRITAN true,
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Did make their Lives decay,
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And conquered the Danish Crew,
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Upon St. Davids Day.
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When crook-Back Richard wore the Crown,
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As Regent of this Land;
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No Policy could put him down,
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Nor his proud Power withstand:
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Till Henry Richmond, entered Wales,
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Whom BRITANS did obey,
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And conquered in Bosworth-Field,
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Upon St. Davids Day.
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The warlike Deeds which late have been,
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By valiant Welsh-Men shown,
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Both England, France, and Germany,
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And other Lands have known;
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Whose Honour with tryumphant Praise,
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Fames Trumpet doth display,
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And blazen still their noble Acts
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Upon St. Davids Day.
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Then doth not Our St. DAVID's Day,
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Well merit to be fam'd;
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Whereon the most tryumphant Brutes
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Their mighty Foes have tam'd,
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And have so well behav'd themselves,
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That I may boldly say,
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The like was never yet perform'd
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Upon St. Davids Day.
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Of James the Spaniards boast,
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Saint Denis stands for France;
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Saint Patrick in the Western Coast,
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The Irish-Men advance;
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George holds the Sword, David the Scales
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Where Justice bears the Sway,
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And England drinks a Health to Wales
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Upon St. Davids Day.
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The BRITANS have been ever true,
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And dare for to oppose,
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Both Pagans, Infidels and Jews,
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And all that are our Foes;
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And will maintain their Countrys good,
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Which never will decay,
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Then Blessing be on all their Names,
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That love Saint Davids Day.
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And to conclude my new made Song,
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I wish with all my Heart,
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That they may never suffer Wrong,
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That take the Welsh-Mens Part;
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Who stand up for their Countrys Right,
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As lawfully they may,
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And wear the LEEK as their Delight
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Upon St. Davids Day.
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