THE
Welsh-Mens GLORY,
OR,
The Famous Victories of the Ancient BRITAINS
Obtain'd upon St. DAVID's Day.
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THe Honor, Glory and the Grace
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Of Valiant Brute's Tryumphant race,
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Shewing the Reasons, wherefore they
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Wear Leeks upon St. David's Day.
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The Valiant Deeds of Britain's 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 Britains 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. David's 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 England's Warwick Champion,
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Saint GEORGE's Chivalry;
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Nor any other Warriers Fame,
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Intend I to display,
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But what the Britains 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 farewell;
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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. David's Day.
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'Gainst Britain 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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Brute's 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 Britains 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 Britains drove them back
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Upon St. David's Day.
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They being led 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 Battels them did overthrow,
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As Chronicles doth say,
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The last of which, the Britains overcame
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Upon St. David's 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 BRITAIN 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. David's 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 BRITAINS did obey,
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And Conquered in Bosworth-Field,
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Upon St David's 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. David's 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 Spaniard 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. David's Day.
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The BRITAINS have been ever true,
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And dares 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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