Lyrics:
Spurs on his tawny steed; Across the skies red flames arise As if Wales burned indeed. In martyrship, with song on lip, Five hundred Welsh
Spurs on his tawny steed; Across the skies red flames arise As if Wales burned indeed. In martyrship, with song on lip, Five hundred Welsh
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