Histoire

Men of Harlech
(The Royal Canadian Hussars)

Hark, I hear the foe advancing
Barbed steeds are proudly prancing
Helmets in the sunbeams glancing
Glitter through the trees.

Men of Harlech, lie ye dreaming
See ye not their falchions gleaming
While their pennons gaily streaming
Flutter in the breeze.

From the rocks rebounding

Let the war cry sounding

Summon all at Cambria’s call
The haughty foe surrounding

Men of Harlech, on to glory
See your banner famed in story
Waves these burning words before ye,
Death before we yield !