THE Welsh-Mens GLORY, OR, The Famous Victories of the Antient BRITANS Obtain'd upon St. DAVID's Day. ⟨1. March. 1684/3⟩
THe Honour, Glory and the Grace
Of valiant Brute's tryumphant Race,
Shewing the Reasons, wherefore they
Wear Leeks upon St. David's Day.
The valiant Deeds of Britans bold,
I here shall sing in Verse;
Direct my Pen, Heroick Muse !
While I the same reherse:
That to the Britans noble Fame,
I bravely chant it may,
The Reason why, they do wear LEEKS
Upon St. David's Day.
I mean not to relate the Deeds
Of warlike valiant GUY,
Nor England's Warwick Champion,
Saint GEORGE's Chivalry;
Nor any other Warrior's Fame,
Intend I to display,
But what the Britans bold have done
Upon St. David's Day.
Cold Winter with his frosty Face
Doth bid you all Farewel;
And manly March hath taken place,
A Month with you to dwell:
Brother to sweet April Showers,
And Usher to Fair MAY,
And in his Hat a LEEK he wears
Upon St. David's Day.
'Gainst Britan when the Romans did
Their warlike Ensigns bear,
Instead of Plumes, the green-top LEEKS
Brute's valiant Race did wear,
Who bravely from the Roman Troop,
The Conquest bore away,
Which Badge of Honour still they wear
Upon St David's Day.
And though stout Caesar with his Force
Did strongly invade their Land,
The Britans bold with Foot and Horse
His Power did withstand
And when of them he Tribute sought,
They did refuse to pay,
For which they still do wear a LEEK
Upon St. David's Day.
The Saxons entered afterwards,
And Essex did obtain,
And with an Army well prepared,
The Kingdom for to gain;
Each Town and City went to wrack
Where the Saxons bore the Sway,
At length the Britans drove them back
Upon St. David's Day,
They being lead by that brave Prince,
King Arthur called by Name,
Whole Power with his valiant Knights
The Saxons Pride did tame.
In twelve Battles them did overthrow,
As Chronicles do say,
The last of which, the Britans overcame
Upon St. David's Day
Next after that the Lances came in,
That great nerping Foe,
At Winchelsey they did begin
The Land to overthrow;
Till Captain Landiss, a BRITAN true,
Did make their Lives decay,
And conquered the Danish Crew,
Upon St. David's Day.
When crook-Back Richard wore the Crown,
As Regent of this Land;
No Policy could put him down,
Nor his proud Power withstand:
Till Henry Richmond, entered Wales,
Whom BRITANS did obey,
And conquered in Bosworth Field,
Upon St. David's Day.
The warlike Deeds which late have been,
By valiant Wesh-Men shown,
Both England, France, and Germany,
And other Lands have known;
Whose Honour with tryumphant Praise,
Fames Trumpet doth display,
And blazen still their noble Acts
Upon St. David's Day.
Then doth not Our St. DAVID's Day,
Well merit tobe fam'd;
Whereon the mosl tryumphant Brutes
Their mighty Foes have tam'd,
And have so well behav'd themselves,
That I may boldly say,
The like was never yet perform'd
Upon St. David's Day.
Of James the Spaniards boast,
Saint Denis stands for France;
Saint Patrick in the Western Coast,
The Irish-Men advance;
George holds the Sword, David the Scales
Where Justice bears the Sway,
And England drinks a Health to Wales
Upon St. David's Day.
The BRITANS have been ever true,
And dare for to oppose,
Both Pagans, Infidels and Jews,
And all that are our Foes;
And will maintain their Countrys good,
Which never will decay,
Then Blessing be on all their Names,
That love Saint David's Day.
And to conclude my new made Song,
I wish with all my Heart,
That they may never suffer Wrong,
That take the Welsh-Mens Part;
Who sland up for their Countrys Right,
As lawfully they may,
And wear the LEEK as their Delight
Upon St. David's Day.
Entered according to Order
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