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Madoc

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ssssssssssssssssssssssPrince Madoc, I thrill at the very sound

sssssssssssssssssssssssOf your name, ancient voyager to lands.

sssssssssssssssssssssssDid your heart beat fast when touching the sands

sssssssssssssssssssOf territories that by chance you’d found?

sssssssssssssssssssWhat were your thoughts when first you left the ground

sssssssssssssssssssssssWhere stood your home, the ancient motherlands,

sssssssssssssssssssssssYour eyes set firmly on the alien strands

sssssssssssssssssssOn the horizon? Did your temples pound?

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sssssssssssssssssssssssssYour brothers fought to retain tight control

sssssssssssssssssssssssssssOf Wales, against a thieving English king.

sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssWas Columbus furious and did he belch

sssssssssssssssssssssssssWhen, landing in America, his goal,

sssssssssssssssssssssssssssFound your legacy, through branches peeking

sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssAnd heard brave painted natives speaking Welsh?