Though foemen have trampled my land 'neath their feet, <br>The language of Cambria still knows no retreat;<br>The muse is not vanquished by traitor's fell hand,<br>Nor silenced the harp of my land.
: Though foemen have trampled my land 'neath their feet: The language of Cambria still knows no retreat: The muse is not vanquished by traitor’s fell hand: Nor silenced the harp of my land.