O small dear things for which we fight -
Red roofs, ricks crowned with early gold,
Orchards that hedges thick enfold -
O visit us in dreams tonight!
Who watch the stars through broken walls
And ragged roofs, that you may be
Still kept our own and proudly free
While Severn from the Welsh height falls.
Red roofs, ricks crowned with early gold,
Orchards that hedges thick enfold -
O visit us in dreams tonight!
Who watch the stars through broken walls
And ragged roofs, that you may be
Still kept our own and proudly free
While Severn from the Welsh height falls.
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