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"The Lament for Llywelyn ap Gruffudd" by Gruffudd ap Yr Ynad Coch,1282. |
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the death of all Britain, protector of Cynnllaith, Dead lion of Nancoel, breastplate of nancaw, Many a slippery tear scuds on the cheek, Many a flank gaping and crimson, Many a pool of blood round the feet, Many a widow crying aloud for him, Many a heavy thought goes errant, Many a fatherless child's abandoned, Many a homstead flecked from the fire's path, And many a looted wilderness yonder, Many a wretched cry, as once was at Camlan, Many a tear has run down the cheek: Since the buttress is down, gold-handed chieftain, Since llywelyn is slain, my mortal wit fails me." |
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