Gwendolens fatal form Llewelyn's blood! 



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For her in Arms opposd, 



Contending Warriors strove , 

 'Twas beauty fir'd . their Hearts, 



Gwendolens love . 



On Morfa Rhyddlans plain the rivals stood, 

 Till Morfa Rhyddlans plain was drench'd in Blood, 

 Not all proud Lloeger's might could Cvmry qaeli. 

 Till foremost of his band joung Griffith fell. 



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 Gwendolen saw him fall, 



And oh 1 the Maiden cried* 

 "Could Maiden Prayers avail 



Thou hadst not died 1 ')' 

 Distracted to the plain Gwendolen flew 

 To bathe her Hero's Wounds, her last adieu! 

 Fast oer her Hero's Wounds,her Tears she shed, 

 But Tears alas, were vain his life was shed. 



Oh then for Griffith's Son, 



Ye Maids of Cymry mourn, 

 For well the Virgins Tear, 



Becomes his urn . 



Nor you v Youths, forbid jour Tears to flow, 

 For they shall best redress who feel for woe, 

 Sweet sleeps the lovely Maid, wept by the brave 

 For ah. she died for him she could not save . 



