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<blockquote data-quote="Outrider" data-source="post: 348369" data-attributes="member: 2887">[SPOILER=&quot;Men of Harlech&quot;][MEDIA=youtube]DRtnWVvDX6k[/MEDIA][/SPOILER]Tongues of fire on Idris flaring,news of foe-men near declaring,to heroic deeds of daring,calls you Harlech menGroans of wounded peasants dying,wails of wives and children flying,for the distant succour crying,calls you Harlech men.Shall the voice of wailing,now be unavailing,You to rouse who never yetin battles hour were failing,His our answer crowds down pouringswift as winter torrents roaring,Not in vain the voice imploring,calls on Harlech menLoud the martial pipes are soundingevery manly heart is boundingAs our trusted chief surrounding,march we Harlech men.Short the sleep the foe is taking,ere the morrows morn is breaking,They shall have a rude awakening,roused by Harlech men.Mothers cease your weeping,calm may be your sleeping, you and yours in safety nowthe Harlech men are keeping,ere the sun is high in heaventhey you fear by panic riven shall like frightened sheep be driven,far by Harlech men.Стара колонијална песна од некаков велшки полк. Тоа е таа есенција на викторијанското доба. Песна која започнува со Tongues of fire on Idris flaring.Ако не се лажам ова се вика Акапела <img src="/images/styles/pack3/smoke.png"&nbsp; class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":pusi" title="Пуши&nbsp; &nbsp; :pusi" data-shortname=":pusi" /></blockquote>

[QUOTE="Outrider, post: 348369, member: 2887"] [SPOILER="Men of Harlech"][MEDIA=youtube]DRtnWVvDX6k[/MEDIA][/SPOILER] Tongues of fire on Idris flaring, news of foe-men near declaring, to heroic deeds of daring, calls you Harlech men Groans of wounded peasants dying, wails of wives and children flying, for the distant succour crying, calls you Harlech men. Shall the voice of wailing, now be unavailing, You to rouse who never yet in battles hour were failing, His our answer crowds down pouring swift as winter torrents roaring, Not in vain the voice imploring, calls on Harlech men Loud the martial pipes are sounding every manly heart is bounding As our trusted chief surrounding, march we Harlech men. Short the sleep the foe is taking, ere the morrows morn is breaking, They shall have a rude awakening, roused by Harlech men. Mothers cease your weeping, calm may be your sleeping, you and yours in safety now the Harlech men are keeping, ere the sun is high in heaven they you fear by panic riven shall like frightened sheep be driven, far by Harlech men. Стара колонијална песна од некаков велшки полк. Тоа е таа есенција на викторијанското доба. Песна која започнува со Tongues of fire on Idris flaring. Ако не се лажам ова се вика Акапела :pusi [/QUOTE]

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