In days of ancient story,
When minstrels sung before you,
The strains of love and glory
In Chirk-castle hall.
With glowing ardour telling,
In numbers bold and strong, 
The deeds of brave Llewellyn,
In heroic song.

Or when the sprightly measure
Reviv'd departed pleasure,
And fancy from her treasure
Did faded joys recall;
Your vaulted roofs resounding,
The youthful train advance,
Each heart with transport bounding
In the mazy dance!

Still may heroic story,
By minstrels sung before you,
Breathe mirth, and joy, and glory
In Chirk-castle hall.
Your wand'ring bards inviting
The social board to grace,
Sweet harmony uniting
Cambria's tuneful race.