THE Welshmen's GLORY, OR, The Famous Victories of the Ancient BRITAN'S Obtained upon St. DAVID's Day. 1. March. 1684/3  

THe Honour, Glory and the Grace  
Of valiant Brutus' triumphant Race,  
Showing the Reasons, wherefore they  
Wear Leeks upon St. David's Day.   

The valiant Deeds of Britan's bold,  
I here shall sing in Verse;  
Direct my Pen, Heroic Muse!  
While I the same rehearse:  
That to the Britan's 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,  
Intent I to display,  
But what the Britan's bold have done  
Upon St. David's Day.   

Cold Winter with his frosty Face  
Doth bid you all Farewell;  
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 Britain when the Romans did  
Their warlike Ensigns bear,  
Instead of Plumes, the green-top LEEKS  
Brutus' 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 Britan's 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 Britan's 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 Britan's 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 BRITAIN 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 BRITAN'S did obey,  
And conquered in Bosworth Field,  
Upon St. David's Day.   

The warlike Deeds which late have been,  
By valiant Weshmen shown,  
Both England, France, and Germany,  
And other Lands have known;  
Whose Honour with triumphant Praise,  
Fame's Trumpet doth display,  
And blazen still their noble Acts  
Upon St. David's Day.   

Then doth not Our St. DAVID's Day,  
Well merit to be famed;  
Whereon the mosl triumphant Brutes  
Their mighty Foes have tamed,  
And have so well behaved themselves,  
That I may boldly say,  
The like was never yet performed  
Upon St. David's Day.   

Of James the Spaniards boast,  
Saint Denis stands for France;  
Saint Patrick in the Western Coast,  
The Irishmen 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 BRITAN'S have been ever true,  
And dare for to oppose,  
Both Pagans, Infidels and Jews,  
And all that are our Foes;  
And will maintain their Countries 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 Welshmen's Part;  
Who sland up for their Countries 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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