The History of Leith

May 6, 2011

“The Drinking Horn,” by Owain, Prince of Powis

“When the mighty bards of yore
Awoke the tales of ancient lore,
What time resplendent to behold,
Flashed the bright mead in vase of gold
The royal minstrel proudly sang
of Cambria’s chiefs when time was young;
How, with the drink of heroes flushed,
Brave Catraeth’* lord to battle rushed,
The lion leader of the strong,
And marshal of Galwyiada’s throng
The sun that rose o’er ltuns bay
Ne’er closed on such disastrous day ;
There fell Mynyduc, mighty lord,
beneath stern Osway’i baneful sword;
yet shall thy praise, thy deathless name.
Be woke on harps of bardic fame,
Sung by the Cymri’i tuneful train,
Aneurin of celestial strain.”

source-Old and New Edinburgh

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