When crows were merry, when blood was gushing,
When there came great carnage,
When warfare, when houses turned red,
When shore red, when court burned red.

When red flame reddened, it flamed to the heavens,
Home offered no refuge.
Easy to see its bright burning,
The white fortress on Menai's shore.

Perished, the third of May, three hundred ships
In the majestic fleet,
And a thousand men fled before him,
A beardless warrior at Menai.