Men of Harlech (Royal Canadian Hussars)

Hark! I hear the foe advancing,Barb'd steeds are proudly prancing;Helmets in the sunbeams glancing,Glitter through the trees.Men of Har-lech, lie ye dreaming?See ye not their falchions gleaming,While their pennons gaily streamingFlutter in the breeze?From the rocks reboundingLet the war cry soundingSummon all at Cambria's call,The haughty foe surrounding.Men of Harlech, on to glory!See, your banner fam'd in storyWaves these burning words before ye,"DEATH before we yield!"