Y Gododdin Lyrics

The road winds south from Dun Edin, sorrow in its stones,
For the laughter of the Gododdin still echoes through it's steps,
300 to the Angles marched.

The road winds south from Dun Edin yet we have found its end,
There sits a wolf at Catraeth's gates, we met without a sword.

The finest of the Hen Ogledd, with courage bound as one
With ancient lance, with readied bow,
Brought death unto the sassenach

Now earth lies atop Aneirin, but the lament is still sung
Though Dun Edin lies fallen, in Strathclyde his words live on

The finest of the old north, now buried by defeat
With ancient lance, with broken bow,
Together lie in saxon earth

A cairn lies atop Aneirin, but the lament is still sung
All Arthur's heirs in earth remain, in mourning the north is reborn

The road winds south from Dun Edin
Yet we have found its end