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Pat Hollahan wrote:
> 
> Hi, Meg--
> Nona Flores, who loves the film, always refers to the hymn
> as "Men of Harlech."
> 

Isn't that the one adapted to be sung in the movie "Zulu,"
rather than "Man Who Would Be King?"

         Men of Harlech! In the Hollow,
         Do ye hear like rushing billow
         Wave on wave that surging follow
         Battle's distant sound?
         Tis the tramp of Saxon foemen,
         Saxon spearmen, Saxon bowmen,
         Be they knights or hinds or yeomen,
         They shall bite the ground!
         Loose the folds asunder,
         Flag we conquer under!
         The placid sky now bright on high,
         Shall launch its bolts in thunder!
         Onward! 'tis the country needs us,
         He is bravest, he who leads us
         Honor's self now proudly heads us,
         Freedom, God and Right! 

         2. Rocky Steeps and passes narrow,
         Flash with spear and flight of arrow
         Who would think of death or sorrow?
         Death is glory now!
         Hurl the reeling horsemen over,
         Let the earth dead foemen cover
         Fate of friend, of wife, of lover,
         Trembles on a blow!
         Strands of life are riven!
         Blow for blow is given
         In deadly lock, or battle shock,
         And mercy shrieks to heaven!
         Men of Harlech! young or hoary,
         Would you win a name in story?
         Strike for home, for life, for glory!
         Freedom, God and Right! 


Zulu version:          Men of Harlech stop your dreaming
                       Can't you see their spear points
gleaming
                       see their warrior's pendants streaming
                       To this battle field.
                       Men of Harlech stand ye steady
                       It cannot be ever said ye
                       For the battle were not ready
                       Stand and never yield.
                       Through the hills surrounding
                       Let this war cry sounding
                       Summon all to Cambria's call
                       The mighty force surrounding.
                       Men of Harlech onto glory
                       This shall ever be your story
                       Keep this fighting words before ye
                       Cambria(Welshmen never)will not yeild. 

Chuck Blatchley
Pittsburg State University


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