King Edward scales the hills of Wales
Upon his stallion.
"Hear my decree! I want to see
My new dominion.
"Show me the yield of every field,
The grain, the grass, the wood!
Is all the land now moist and rich
With red rebellious blood?
"And are the Welsh, the wretched Welsh,
A peaceful, happy folk?
I want them pleased, just like the beast
They harness in the yoke."