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| © 2004-2023 ADLAIS |
| Alawon
Traddodiadol Cymreig - Traditional Welsh Melodies for Choir & Harp Rhyfelgyrch Gwyr Harlech March of the Men of Harlech John Thomas Pencerdd Gwalia (1826-1913) |
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Work: | Single work for Choir and Harp |
| Catalogue Nos: | Adlais 183 Conductor's Score Adlais 184 Harp Part Adlais 185 Choir Part |
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| ISMN: | 979-0-57032-168-1 Adlais 183
Conductor's Score 979-0-57032-169-8 Adlais 184 Harp Part 979-0-57032-170-4 Adlais 185 Choir Part |
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| Edition: | March 2011 A4 / A5 stapled | |
| Suitable for: | Intermediate Choir & Pedal Harp | |
| Price:: | Conductor's Score / Harp Part £7.00 /
Choir Part £0.50 Performing set (Cn, Hp & 40 choir) £25.00 Go to shop |
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| See all Adlais Publications including transcriptions by John Thomas | ||
| This stirring music first appeared as a harp tune published in 1784 in Edward Jones ('Bardd y Brenin')'s Musical and Poetical Relicks of the Welsh Bards. Its first appearance as a song was in Gems of Welsh Melody arranged by John Owen ('Owain Alaw'), published in 1860, with a second edition in 1873. The words most usually associated with the tune today are those by John Oxenford and Ceiriog. | |
| Men of Harlech, march to glory, Victory is hov'ring o'er ye, Bright-eyed freedom stands before ye, Hear ye not her call? At your sloth she seems to wonder; Rend the sluggish bonds asunder, Let the war-cry's deaf'ning thunder Every foe appall. Echoes loudly waking, Hill and valley shaking; 'Till the sound spreads wide around, The Saxon's courage breaking; Your foes on every side assailing, Forward press with heart unfailing, 'Till invaders learn with quailing, Cambria ne'er can yield! |
Thou, who noble Cambria wrongest, Know that freedom's cause is strongest, Freedom's courage lasts the longest, Ending but with death! Freedom countless hosts can scatter, Freedom stoutest mail can shatter, Freedom thickest walls can batter, Fate is in her breath. See, they now are flying! Dead are heap'd with dying! Over might hath triumph'd right, Our land to foes denying; Upon their soil we never sought them, Love of conquest hither brought them, But this lesson we have taught them, "Cambria ne'er can yield!" |
| John Oxenford | |
| Wele goelcerth wen yn fflamio A thafodau tân yn bloeddio Ar i'r dewrion ddod i daro Unwaith eto'n un. Gan fanllefau tywysogion, Llais gelynion, trwst arfogion, A charlamiad y marchogion, Craig ar graig a grŷn. Arfon byth ni orfydd, Cenir yn dragywydd; Cymru fydd fel Cymru fu, Yn glodus ymysg gwledydd. Yng ngwyn oleuni'r goelcerth acw, Tros wefusau Cymro'n marw Annibyniaeth sydd yn galw Am ei dewraf dyn. |
Ni chaiff gelyn ladd ac ymlid, Harlech! Harlech! Cwyd i'w herlid; Y mae Rhoddwr mawr ein rhyddid Yn rhoi nerth i ni. Wele Gymru a'i byddinoedd Yn ymdywallt o'r mynyddoedd! Rhuthrant fel rhaeadrau dyfroedd, Llamant fel y lli. Llwyddiant i'n lluyddion! Rwystro bâr yr estron! Gwybod yn ei galon gaiff, Fel bratha cleddyf Brython; Y cledd yn erbyn cledd a chwery, Dur yn erbyn dur a dery; Wele faner Gwalia i fyny! Rhyddid aiff â'r dydd! |
| Ceiriog | |
