Hearing his high behest,
Swells every Briton's breast,
Red as their lance in rest
Their faces glowing;
See, through the Saxon band,
Many a strong right hand
Once and again strikes home,
As in their might they come,
A broad lane mowing.
Britons from far and near
Loud raise their voice in prayer,
"In this our hour of need
To Thee, O God, we plead,
Send help from heaven!
Guard now our fatherland,
Strengthen each Briton's hand,
And now on Rhuddlan's strand
Be victory given."