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Saturday
morning
there was a great battle
from the time the sun rose
to the time it set.
Fflamddwyn mustered his men
in four hosts.
Goddeu and Rheged form their ranks.
Summons from Argoed to Arfynydd,
they will not have respite
for the length of a day.
Fflamddwyn
hollered
with great commotion:
"have
my hostages come,
are they ready?"
And answered Owain,
the scourge of the east,
- "they haven't come,
they don't exist
they aren't ready" -
And the whelp of Coel
would be a pathetic warrior
before he would pay anybody a hostage.
Urien,
Lord of Erechwydd,
shouted:
"If there's to be a meeting for our parley,
let's raise our banners above the mountain,
let's lift our faces up to the edge,
let's raise our spears above the heads of men
and make for Fflamddwyn and his followers."
Before Argoed Llwyfain
was many a corpse,
because of warriors
crows got red
and men rushed
with their ageing lord.
I'm preparing for their conquest
the song of the year.
And until
I am old and ailing
in the dire necessity of death
I shall not be in my element
if I don't praise Urien.
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