by Rhys (or Rice) Jones (1713 - 1801)
Translation by Edward Williams (1747 - 1826)

The happy Cambrians
Language: English  after the Welsh (Cymraeg) 
Fam'd for our warmth, we now rejoice,
Feel friendship's ardours reign,
And to the harp's harmonious voice,
Attune our choral strain.
Around the bowl, a mirthful throng
Of Britons bold and free,
We swell the trills of native song,
All join'd in jocund glee.

Past is the winter, storms are flown,
Now summer scenes we trace;
A remnant still, in high renown,
Of Britain's ancient race:
Whilst ancient virtue's just controul
Rules each old Briton's breast,
Be now the joys of ev'ry soul
In gleeful songs exprest!

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Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani

This text was added to the website: 2011-09-10
Line count: 16
Word count: 87