AS far as the glittering God of day
Extends his radiant light;
Old Britain her Glory will display,
In every Action bright:
The Fleur de lise, and English Rose,
May boast of their Antique tales;
But the Leek with the greatest honour grows,
For the lasting renown of Wales.
In vain all our Musical Bards did seek,
To know whence this glory sprung;
For time out of mind has the famous Leek
In Tuneful Verse been sung:
By the Tentons allow'd, and victorious Rome,
And the brave Black Prince ne'er fails;
The Battle of old by this Signal o'recome,
To exalt the renown of Wales.
The brave British Heroes did often appear,
Recorded in Golden lines,
Cadwallader first led the van without fear,
With whom Conan and Griffieth joyns:
We'll give them their due,
But must now find out new,
And our valiant young Prince bring in play;
Who by pow'r divine,
Proves, he's fated to shine,
In a sphere, as serene as they.
