Song 266: "The Greenland Whalefishers"

They took us jolly sailor lads
A-fishing for the whale
On the fourth day of August in 1864,
Bound for Greenland we set sail.

The lookout stood on the crosstrees high
With a spyglass in his hand
"There’s a whale, there’s a whale, there’s a whale fish," he cried,
"And she blows at every span."

The captain stood on the quarterdeck
And a sod of a man was he
"Overhaul, overhaul, let your davitackles fall
And we’ll launch them boats to sea."

We struck that whale and the line played out
But she gave a flourish with her tail
The boat capsized, we lost seven of our men
And we never caught that whale

Now the losin' of seven fine seamen
Oh, it grieved the captain so
That the losin' of the bloody sperm whale
Oh, it grieved him ten times more

Now Greenland is a horrid place
Where us whaling lads have to go
Where the rose and the lillies never bloom in spring
Oh there’s only ice and snow

The winter star doth now appear
So boys we’ll anchor a-weigh
It’s time to leave this cold count’ry
Now let’s homeward sail away

Song 265: "Para el pueblo lo que es del pueblo" - Piero

Libertad era un asunto
Mal manejado por tres
Libertad era almirante
General o brigadier

Para el pueblo
Lo que es del pueblo
Porque el pueblo se lo ganó
Para el pueblo
Lo que es del pueblo
Para el pueblo liberación


Comer bien era muy raro
Comer poco era normal
Comer era subversivo
Para el señor militar

Era un acto de violencia
La alegría popular
"El pueblo tiene paciencia",
Dijo un señor general

Estudiar era un pecado
Clandestino era saber
Porque cuando el pueblo sabe
No lo engaña un brigadier

Comunicado número uno:
"Prohibiremos la esperanza
Y prohibido está nacer"
"¿No será mucho almirante?"
"No faltara más coronel"

Ya se fueron los milicos
Y no tienen que volver
Porque esta Argentina vuestra,
¡Solo en paz puede crecer!

Y al país lo remataron
Y lo remataron mal
Lo partieron en pedazos
Y ahora hay que volverlo a armar

Olvidemos la venganza
Recordemos que paso
Se ajusticia lo que es justicia
Con nuestra constitución

Y ahora el pueblo está en la calle
A cuidar y a defender
Esta patria que ganamos
Liberada debe ser

Para el pueblo es la bandera
La tenemos que cuidar
Juntemos todas las manos,
¡Latinoamérica en libertad!

Song 264: "MannaR - Liv" - Wardruna

…Until three of the Æsir
assembled there,
strong and benevolent,
came to the sea;
they found on the shore
two feeble trees.
Ask and Embla,
with no fixed fate

They had no breath,
they had no spirit,
neither warmth nor voice
nor fine complexion;
Odin gave them breath
Haenir gave them spirit
Lodur gave them warm life
and fine complexion

Sorrowed by solitude
and astray – until I met you
Man is man's joy

Unz þrír kvámu
ór því liði
öflgir ok ástkir
æsir at húsi,
fundu á landi
lítt megandi
Ask ok Emblu
örlöglausa

Önd þau né áttu,
óð þau né höfðu,
lá né læti
né litu góða;
önd gaf Óðinn.
óð gaf Hænir,
lá gaf Lóðurr
ok litu góða

Eismall-sut og vervill
Tils eg råka deg
Maður er manns gaman
Maður er manns gaman

Eismall-sut og vervill
Tils eg råka deg
Maður er manns gaman

Maður er manns gaman
Maður er manns gaman
Maður er manns gaman

Song 263: "Cat's in the Cradle" - Harry Chapin

My child arrived just the other day
He came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay
He learned to walk while I was away
And he was talkin' 'fore I knew it, and as he grew
He'd say "I'm gonna be like you, Dad
You know I'm gonna be like you"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home, Dad
I don't know when, but we'll get together then
You know we'll have a good time then

My son turned ten just the other day
He said, "Thanks for the ball, Dad, come on let's play
Can you teach me to throw", I said "Not today
I got a lot to do", he said, "That's okay"
And he walked away but his smile never dimmed
And said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeah
You know I'm gonna be like him"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home, Dad
I don't know when, but we'll get together then
You know we'll have a good time then

Well, he came from college just the other day
So much like a man I just had to say
"Son, I'm proud of you, can you sit for a while"
He shook his head and said with a smile
"What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys
See you later, can I have them please"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son
I don't know when, but we'll get together then, Dad
You know we'll have a good time then

I've long since retired, my son's moved away
I called him up just the other day
I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind"
He said, "I'd love to, Dad, if I can find the time
You see my new job's a hassle and the kid's got the flu
But it's sure nice talking to you, Dad
It's been sure nice talking to you"
And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me
He'd grown up just like me
My boy was just like me

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son
I don't know when, but we'll get together then, Dad
We're gonna have a good time then

Song 262: "Rolling Down to Ol' Maui"

It’s a rough tough life, full of toil and strife
We whalers undergo.
And we don’t give a damn when the gale is done
How hard the winds do blow.
So we're homeward bound! 'Tis a damn fine sound
with a good ship taut and free,
And we don’t give a damn when we drink our rum
With the girls on old Maui.

Rolling down to old Maui, my boys,
Rolling down to old Maui.
We’re homeward bound from the arctic ground
Rolling home to old Maui.

Once more we sail with a northerly gale
Through the ice and sleet and rain.
And them coconut fronds in them tropic isles
We soon shall see again.
Six hellish months have passed away
In the cold Kamchatka sea,
And now we’re bound from the arctic ground,
Rolling down to old Maui.

We'll heave the lead where old Diamondhead
Loose up on old Wahoo.
Our mast and yards are sheeted with ice
And our decks are hid from view.
Ah, the horrid tiles of the sea-cut ice
Now deck the Arctic Sea
Are miles behind in the frozen wind
When we steer for old Maui.

How warm the breeze of the tropic seas
Now the ice is far astern,
And them Hawaiian maids on them island glades
Are awaiting our return.
And their big black eyes even now look out
Hoping someday they will see
Our baggy sails running 'fore the gales
Rolling down to old Maui.

Once more we sail with a favorable gale
Aye, towards our island home.
Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done,
And we ain't got far to roam.
Our studs'l booms are carried away
What care we for that sound?
A living gale is after us,
Thank God we're homeward bound!

And now we're anchored in the bay
With Kanakas all around
With chats and stuff, aloha way
They greet us homeward bound.
And now ashore we'll have good fun
We'll paint them beaches red
Lying in the arms of Hawaiian maids
With a big fat aching head

Song 261: "Architects" - Rise Against

Are there no fighters left here anymore?
Are we the generation we've been waiting for?
Or are we patiently burning, waiting to be saved?

Our heroes, our icons have mellowed with age.
Following rules that they once disobeyed.
They're now being led when they used to lead the way

Do you still believe in all the things that you stood by before?
Are you out there on the front lines, or at home keeping score?
Do you care to be the layer of the bricks that seal your fate?
Would you rather be the architect of what we might create?

They laid out the blueprints,
They poured down a base
Concrete solutions to slow our decay.
But when they are gone
Who the fuck's gonna take their place?

Yeah, will it be the cynic, the critics galore?
The cliche apathetic, passed out on the floor
The trusting complicit who collectively ignore

Do you still believe in all the things that you stood by before?
Are you out there on the front lines, or at home keeping score?
Do you care to be the layer of the bricks that seal your fate?
Would you rather be the architect of what we might create?

Don't you remember when you were young, and you wanted to set the world on fire?Somewhere deep down, I know you do.
And don't you remember when we were young, and we wanted to set the world on fire?
'Cause I still am, and I still do.

Make no mistake, we are not afraid
To bear the burden of repeating
What they're thinking anyway.
Let's raise the stakes
On the bet we made.
Let's decide to be the architects,
The masters of our fate.

Yeah, we still believe in all the things that we stood by before.
And after everything we've seen, there may be even more.
I know we're not the only ones and we were not the first.
And unapologetically we stand behind each word.

Song 260: "The Hero" - Amon Amarth

The blade I swing
Is black as night
Black as my soulless heart
It bears the burden
Of many lives
But I don't feel remorse 

I lent my sword
To anyone
Willing to pay the price
No regrets for
What I've done
A mercenary's life

But there i was
On battleground
Until I felt the jaws of death
Cut into my flesh
Defending old and weak
But I did not retreat

Now, here I lie
In my own blood
And strangers cry for me
I'm prepared to meet the gods
I wish they'd let me be

I don't deserve
Their sympathy
I know who I am
My soul is death and misery
I am an evil man 

I rest in my blood
Soon I will face the gods
Strangers cry for me
I wish they'd let me be

Show no sympathy
Shed no tears for me
I know who I am
I am an evil man

I know who I am
I am an evil man

Song 259: "Himno Nacional Mexicano"

Mexicanos, al grito de guerra
El acero aprestad y el bridón;
y retiemble en sus centros la tierra
Al sonoro rugir del cañón.
y retiemble en sus centros la tierra
Al sonoro rugir del cañón.

Cina -oh patria! tus sienes de olivo
De la Paz el arcángel divino,
Que en el cielo tu eterno destino
Por el dedo de Dios se escribió.
Por el dedo de Dios se escribió.
Mas si osare un extraño enemigo
Profanar con su planta tu suelo,
Piensa -oh patria querida! que el cielo
Un soldado en cada hijo te dio.
Un soldado en cada hijo te dio.

En sangrientos combates los viste
Por tu amor palpitando sus senos,
Arrostrar la metralla serenos,
Y la muerte o la gloria buscar.
Y la muerte o la gloria buscar.
SI el recuerdo de antiguas hazañas
De tus hijos inflama la mente,
Los laureles del triunfo, tu frente
Volverán inmortales a ornar.
Volverán inmortales a ornar.

Como al golpe del rayo la encina,
se derrumba hasta el hondo torrente,
la discordia vencida, impotente,
a los pies del arcángel cayó.
A los pies del arcángel cayó.
Ya no más, de tus hijos la sangre,
se derrame en contienda de hermanos;
sólo encuentre el acero en sus manos
quien tu nombre sagrado insultó.
Quien tu nombre sagrado insultó.

Del guerrero inmortal de Zempoala
te defiende la espada terrible,
y sostiene su brazo invencible,
tu sagrado pendón tricolor.
Tu sagrado pendón tricolor.
Él será del feliz mexicano
en la paz y en la guerra el caudillo.
porque él supo sus armas de brillo
circundar en los campos de honor.
Circundar en los campos de honor.

-Guerra, guerra sin tregua al que intente
De la patria manchar los blasones!
-Guerra, guerra! Los patrios pendones
En las olas de sangre empapad.
En las olas de sangre empapad.
-Guerra, guerra! En el monte, en el valle
Los cañones horrísonos truenen
Y los ecos sonoros resuenen
Con las voces de -Unión! -Libertad!
Con las voces de -Unión! -Libertad!

Antes, patria, que inermes tus hijos
Bajo el yugo su cuello dobleguen,
Tus campiñas con sangre se rieguen,
Sobre sangre se estampe su pie.
Sobre sangre se estampe su pie.
Y tus templos, palacios y torres
Se derrumben con horrido estruendo,
Y sus ruinas existan diciendo:
De mil héroes la patria aquí fue.
De mil héroes la patria aquí fue.

Si a la lid contra hueste enemiga,
nos convoca la trompa guerrera,
de Iturbide la sacra bandera,
mexicanos, valientes seguid.
Mexicanos, valientes seguid.
Y a los fieles bridones les sirvan
las vencidas enseñas de alfombra;
los laureles del triunfo den sombra
a la frente del Bravo Adalid.
A la frente del Bravo Adalid.
Vuelva altivo a los patrios hogares,
el guerrero a cantar su victoria,
ostentando las palmas de gloria
que supiera en la lid conquistar.
Que supiera en la lid conquistar.
Tornaránse sus lauros sangrientos
en guirnaldas de mirtos y rosas,
que el amor de las hijas y esposas,
también sabe a los bravos premiar.
También sabe a los bravos premiar.

Y el que al golpe de ardiente metralla,
de la Patria en las aras sucumba,
obtendrá en recompensa una tumba
donde brille, de gloria, la luz.
Donde brille, de gloria, la luz.
Y, de Iguala, la enseña querida
a su espada sangrienta enlazada,
de laurel inmortal coronada,
formará de su fosa una cruz.
Formará de su fosa una cruz.

-Patria! -patria! Tus hijos te juran
Exhalar en tus aras su aliento,
Si el clarín con su bélico acento
Los convoca a lidiar con valor.
Los convoca a lidiar con valor.
-Para ti las guirnaldas de oliva!
-Un recuerdo para ellos de gloria!
-Un laurel para ti de victoria!
-Un sepulcro para ellos de honor!
-Un sepulcro para ellos de honor!

Song 258: "Canto nocturno en las trincheras"

Sin ningún temor
van a combatir.
cuando el sol se pone:
prefieren morir
a vivir del pan
que el amo les da.
Son poder, son fuerza,
del proletariado
suena una canción,
anochece ya.

Pan de fuerza y sufrimiento
con pasión del corazón
brota sangre del obrero
para un futuro mejor.

Suena una canción
habla la pasión
fuerza y sufrimiento
alerta están
por la libertad
la tranquilidad.
Los puestos de guardia
pueden disparar
Anochece ya.

Pan de fuerza y sufrimiento
con pasión del corazón
brota sangre del obrero
para un futuro mejor.

Song 257: Sickle and Hood

1st, 2nd, 6th, and 7th stanzas written by Brown Bird. 3rd, 4th, and 5th by Sherlock Ehetakl.

Well Death came swagger-walkin' out of the woods
Draggin' three cryin' ladies behind
Just three torn dresses and a big black hood
Rollin' over to their home in the sky
They said, "Are we gonna die?"
We all gotta die
"What have we done?"
You ain't done nothin' wrong

Two young lovers wandered into the woods
And Death come a trailin' behind
The young boy bit the sickle of the big black hood
While his lover just laid down and cried
He said, "Is she gonna die?"
This wasn't her time
"What have I done?"
You ain't done nothin' wrong

Three swift archers hunted in the woods
And Death stalked them from behind
One fell to an arrow from his brotherhood
He knelt down and looked Death in the eye
He said, "Are they gonna die?"
Oh they'll have their time
"What have I done?"
You ain't done nothin' wrong

An old man took a strong axe into the woods
And Death slowly sharpened the blade
A new stump rested where an old tree once stood
The old man's blood covered the glade
He said, "Am I gonna die?"
Seems you're already dead
"What have I done?"
You ain't done nothin' wrong

One poor little girl once played in the woods
And Death sat and sighed at her sight
But she went flower-picking where no girl should
And a bee's sting was the sickle's fresh bite
She said, "Am I gonna die?"
We all gotta die
"What have I done?"
You ain't done nothin' wrong

When Death got to heaven with the souls from the woods
He was blinded by the Lord's holy light
You can't go swingin' 'round the sickle in your big black hood
When you've been drinkin' from the fruit of the vine
He said, "Am I gonna die?"
We all gotta die
"What have I done?"
You've been reckless son

Well I warned you not to wield around the sickle and hood
Taking souls under the spell of the shine
Now you can drink the firewater from the devil's woods
I'm gonna send you where the sun never shines
I'm gonna send you where the sun never shines

Song 256: "La Quete" - Jacques Brel

To Dream the impossible dream
To Bear the heartbreak of loss
To Burn with greatest of fever
To Go on, where no person would go

To Love, till your very soul's torn
To Love all, though your love be ignored
To try, with no army or armor
To reach the unreachable star!!

This is my Quest
To Follow that star
Regardless of chances
Regardless of time
or my soul's dark despair;
and then always to fight,
without questionor pause,
and risk all damnation
for one golden word from my Love!
I don't know if this hero is I
but my heart will know peace
and this world, shall have clear skies of blue,
'cause this one wretched fool

burned on still, though the flickering flames
blazed too high, and consumed him complete
as he strove, though he be torn asunder
To reach the unreachable star

Rêver un impossible rêve
Porter le chagrin des départs
Brûler d'une possible fièvre
Partir où personne ne part

Aimer jusqu'à la déchirure
Aimer, même trop, même mal,
Tenter, sans force et sans armure,
D'atteindre l'inaccessible étoile

Telle est ma quête,
Suivre l'étoile
Peu m'importent mes chances
Peu m'importe le temps
Ou ma désespérance
Et puis lutter toujours
Sans questions ni repos
Se damner
Pour l'or d'un mot d'amour
Je ne sais si je serai ce héros
Mais mon cœur serait tranquille
Et les villes s'éclabousseraient de bleu
Parce qu'un malheureux

Brûle encore, bien qu'ayant tout brûlé
Brûle encore, même trop, même mal
Pour atteindre à s'en écarteler
Pour atteindre l'inaccessible étoile.

Song 255: "Live for the Kill" - Amon Amarth

The pack of wolves
Are closing in
Now, hear the howling beasts
They move fast
Through winter woods
And soon it's time to feast

A vicious hunt
On through the night
The prey is short of breath
They feel the sting
Of burning eyes
That's fixed upon their necks

A predator's heart
Knows no remorse
It lives for the hunt
A predator's heart
Knows no remorse
It lives for the hunt
A natural force

They show their sharp
And grinning teeth
As howls are getting higher
Sending chills
Down fleeing spines
Their blood runs hot as fire

The vicious chase
Is soon at end
They're hunted until death
They feel the pain
Of sharpening steel
That's cutting through their flesh

Fearless warriors
Feed the wolves
Now hear the howling beasts
They move fast
Through winter woods
See the grey-backs feast 

A natural force
It knows no remorse
And lives for the kill

Song 254: "Rolling Home"

Call all hands to man the capstan, see the cable run down clear,
Heave away and with a will boys, for old England we will steer,
And we’ll sing in joyful chorus, through the watches of the night,
And we’ll sight our land before us when the grey dawn brings the light.

Rolling home, rolling home,
Rolling home across the sea,
Rolling home dear old England,
Rolling home dear land to thee.

High aloft up in the rigging, blows the loud, exalting gale,
Like bird’s wide, outstretched pinions spreads on high each swelling sail,
And the wild waves cleft behind us seem to murmur as they flow,
There are loving arms that wait you in the land to which you go.

Many thousand miles behind us, many thousand miles before,
Ancient ocean heave to waft us to that well-remembered shore,
Cheer up Jack, bright smiles await you from the fairest of the fair,
And their loving eyes will greet you with kind welcomes everywhere.

Song 253: "La flecha" - Atahualpa Yupanqui

Fill my mouth with sand
if you want to silence my voice.
Sorrow is useless.
The arrow flies through the air
to fill itself with sun.

They will have to break my guitar
so that I cannot sing,
I am not afflicted by that.
The arrow flies through the air
to fill itself with sun.

Without love, surrounded, by forgetfulness,
the heart is solitary,
I am not to lower my arms.
The arrow flies through the air
to fill itself with sun.

If they took my eyes out,
I will see all the same
with my brother’s eyes,
where the arrow landed
after having flown flying
to fill itself with sun.

Llenen mi boca de arena
si quieren callar mi voz.
De nada sirve la pena.
La flecha vuela en el aire
para llenarse de sol.

Han de romper mi guitarra
para que no cante yo,
yo no me aflijo por eso.
La flecha vuela a en el aire
para llenarse de sol.

Sin amor, rodeado, de olvido,
solitario el corazón,
yo no he de bajar los brazos.
La flecha vuela en el aire
para llenarse de sol.

Si me quitaran los ojos,
lo mismo he de verlo yo
con los ojos de mi hermano,
donde la flecha cayó
después de volar volando
para llenarse de sol.

Song 252: "Maria" - Aliceband

It seems we fight till the end
But still we run in circles
And now it feels like the end
Why don't you just desert us
Like in the desert he could think
And though he couldn't have a drink
I bet he took a little time to think

I could have had it all
Like, just because my dad says so
It doesn't make it right you know
And, I have the power in my hands
I have the thought and it makes sense
And though I shouldn't say but
Here we go

I ate this apple a while ago
It looked so sweet and crunchy so
I took a bite and ever since
I had these thoughts that made no sense

Like, I start to see what's right from wrong
Its how I know a song's a song
And singing never felt the world
And singing never felt so good

Oh my Maria
Oh my Maria
I don't really wanna go go go
Go go go

A clever word is loyalty
The strongest thing is family
And yes I promised I would go
Its safer when I'm on my own
I've never been so isolated
Never felt that I could breath
And now I go to show my own
And know that I don't wanna leave

Oh my Maria
Oh my Maria
Oh my Maria
Oh my Maria
I don't really wanna go go go
Go go go

I'm learning now to keep it quiet
I don't want this song to survive
I have no feeling either way
I do not care, so go away
I didn't want to get involved
It's not my fault you were mistold
It's not my fault you chose your way
You chose your life
I'm not afraid

Oh my Maria
Oh my Maria
Oh my Maria
Oh my Maria
Oh my Maria
Oh my Maria
I don't really wanna go go go
Go go go

It seems we fight till the end
But still we run in circles
And now it feels like the end
Why don't you just desert us
I have the power in my hands
I have the thought and it makes sense
And though I shouldn't say but here we go

Oooo

I don't really wanna go go go
Go go go
 

Song 251: "Guerra" - Residente

Yo te miro y mi rabia te toca
Cuando grito sin usar la boca
Y mi furia se come a la gente
Porque muerde aunque no tenga dientes

El dolor no me causa problemas
Hoy los dolores recitan poemas
El mundo me lo como sin plato
El miedo a mí me limpia los zapatos

El fuego lo derretí
Hoy las pesadillas no duermen porque piensan en mí
Hoy puedo ver lo que el otro no vio
Y los pongo a rezar aunque no crean en dios

Hoy las lágrimas lloran antes de morir
Y a los libros de historia los pongo a escribir
Que le tiemblen las piernas al planeta tierra
Hoy yo vine a ganar y estoy hecho de guerra

(Hecho de guerra)
(Y estoy hecho de guerra)
(Y estoy hecho de guerra)
(Y estoy hecho de guerra)
Allahu Allahu Allahu
Allahu Allahu Wa Lhamdulillah
(Los pongo a rezar)

Soy el boquete que dejó la bomba que cayó
Lo que fecundó la madre que me parió
Desde que nací soy parte de este menú
Porque yo llegué al óvulo antes que tú

Soy la selva que corre descalza
En el medio del mar sobrevivo sin balsa
Soy el caudal que mueve la corriente
Los batallones que chocan de frente

Mis rivales que vengan de a dos
Hoy, ni siquiera los truenos me alzan la voz
Soy tu derrota, tus dos piernas rotas
El clavo en el pie que traspasó la bota

Soy la estrategia de cualquier combate
Hoy se gana o se pierde, no existe el empate
Soy las penas de tus alegrías
La guerra de noche y la guerra de día

(Guerra de noche y la guerra de día)
(Guerra de noche y la guerra de día)
(Guerra de noche y la guerra de día)
(Guerra de noche y la guerra de día)
Allahu Allahu Allahu
Allahu Allahu Wa Lhamdulillah
(Los pongo a rezar)
Allahu Allahu Allahu
Allahu Allahu Wa Lhamdulillah

La guerra la mato sin darle un balazo
A la guerra le dan miedo los abrazos
La guerra con camuflaje se viste
Así nadie ve cuando se pone triste

La guerra pierde todas sus luchas
Cuando los enemigos se escuchan
La guerra es más débil que fuerte
No aguanta la vida por eso se esconde en la muerte

Allahu Allahu Allahu
Allahu Allahu Wa Lhamdulillah
(Y los pongo a rezar)
Allahu Allahu Allahu
Allahu Allahu Wa Lhamdulillah
(Y los pongo a rezar)
 

Song 250: "Men of Harlech"

Men of Harlech stop your dreaming
Can't you see their spear points gleaming
See their warrior's pennants streaming
To this battle field

Hark I hear the foe advancing
Barbed steeds are proudly prancing,
Helmets in the sunbeams glancing
Symru fo am byth

While thy star on high is beaming,
Soldiers from the mountains teeming,
With their spears and lances gleaming,
Come to follow thee.

Groans of wounded peasants dying,
wails of wives and children flying,
for the distant succour crying,
calls you Harlech men.

Glyndwˆr, see thy comet flaming,
Hear a heavenly voice declaiming,
To the world below proclaiming,
Cambria shall be free:

At her call, all Arfon rallies
War cries rend her hills and valleys
Troop on troop, with headlong sallies
Hurtle to the fight

Men of Harlech stand ye steady
It cannot be ever said ye
For the battle were not ready
Stand and never yield

Men of Harlech on to glory
See your banner famed in story,
Waves these burning words before ye,
Cymru fo am byth!

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!

Shall the Saxon army shake you
Smite, pursue and overtake you?
Men of Harlech, God will make you
Victors, blow for blow.

The swollen rivers of Eryri
Sweep the vale with flooded fury
Gwalia from her mountain eryie
Thunders on the foe.

Hear the trumpet sounding
While the steeds are bounding,
On the gale from hill and dale,
The war-cry is resounding:

Warriors famed in song and story,
Coming from the mountains hoary,
Rushing to the fields of glory,
Eager for the fray:

To the valley wending,
Hearths and homes defending,
With their proud and valiant prince,
From ancient kings descending;

See the mighty host advancing,
Sunbeams on their helmets dancing,
On his gallant charger prancing,
Glyndwˆr leads the way.

Loud the martial pipes are sounding
every manly heart is bounding
As our trusted chief surrounding,
march we Harlech men.

Onward! 'tis the country needs us,
He is bravest, he who leads us
Honor's self now proudly heads us,
Freedom, God and Right!

Frightened steeds are wildly neighing
Brazen trumpets loudly braying
Wounded men for mercy praying
With their parting breath.

See they're in disorder,
Comrades, keep close order
Ever they shall rue the day,
They ventured o'er the border.

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!

Friend and foe together lying
Mid the fray see dead and dying
All around the arrows flying
Scatter sudden death.

Loose the folds asunder,
Flag we conquer under!
The placid sky now bright on high,
Shall launch its bolts in thunder!

Your foes on every side assailing,
Forward press with heart unfailing,
'Till invaders learn with quailing,
Cambria ne'er can yield!

Chiefs lie dead and wounded. 
Yet, where first was grounded, 
Freedom's flag still holds the crag;
Her trumpet still is sounded.

Arrows fly as swift as lightning,
Shout on shout the tumult height'ning,
Conquest's ruddy wing is bright'ning,
Helmet, sword, and shield;

With their lances flashing,
Warriors wild are crashing,
Through the tyrant's serried ranks
Whilst onward they are dashing:

Mothers cease your weeping,
calm may be your sleeping, 
you and yours in safety now
the Harlech men are keeping,

'ere the sun is high in heaven
they you fear by panic riven
shall like frightened sheep be driven,
far by Harlech men.

His lance is long, but yours is longer.
Strong his sword, but yours is stronger.
One stroke more, and now your wronger
At your feet, lies low.

Now avenging Briton,
Smite as he has smitten
Let your rage on history's page
In Saxon blood be written.

Thou, who noble Cambria wrongest,
Know that freedom's cause is strongest,
Freedom's courage lasts the longest,
Ending but with death!

Freedom countless hosts can scatter,
Freedom stoutest mail can shatter,
Freedom thickest walls can batter,
Fate is in her breath.

Men of Harlech on to glory
See your banner famed in story,
Waves these burning words before ye,
Cymru fo am byth!
 

Song 249: "End of Days" - Brown Bird

Winter caps the rooftops
Shrouds the earth in silence
Skadi howls and mourns
And revels in the whiteness

My world is so small
Inside our cozy walls
So warm and so threatened by the end of days

The time will surely come
When all is blown undone
I will still be with you, my love
This deafening quiet
May grasp around my chest
I will pry its bony fingers free

Silver lines the windows
Cobwebs in the corners
Of the homes where once human minds did dwell

The earth is thrown asunder
The gods' deafening thunder
Sweeps over and crumbles all we knew

The time will surely come
When all is blown undone
I will still be with you, my love
Cold may come surround us
Death's hand try to bind us
I will pry his bony fingers free

The time will surely come
When all is blown undone
I will still be with you, my love
This deafening quiet
May grasp around my chest
I will pry its bony fingers free

 

Song 248: "The River" - The Family Crest

There's a heart here, cast in stone
And there's a past here I must atone
Oh there were moments I thrust away
Now there's a keeper that I must pay
So here's the scythe now, and here's the soil
And here's the seed, dear, that I must toil
To heal the orchard from the cold damn earth

Well I'm sorry love for all I haven't done
And I'm sorry dear for what I have become

Down to the river we'll go to the river we'll go
Down to the river we'll go to the river we'll go
Down to the river we'll go to the river we'll go
Down to the river we'll go to the river we'll go
Down to the river we'll go to the river we'll go
Down to the river we'll go to the river we'll go
Down to the river we'll go to the river we'll go
Down

Oh these weathered old hands of mine
They have grown weary over time
This aging heart love, shall inch on slow
But dear it's beating, still stands to grow
And oh the years dear, they'll be harsh and long
But I will go out and sing your songs
Over the mountains, over hills and the streams

Oh I'm sorry love for all I cannot change
For the moments past I'll gladly take the blame

Oh, oooh, oh oh oh oh oh
You've got my heart, I've got your know
I love you from the start so go
Out of the dark my darling go
Find a better start dear

Song 247: "Juan" - Atahualpa Yupanqui

Sembrando la tierra, Juan
se puso a considerar: 
¿Por qué la tierra será 
del que no sabe sembrar?

Le pido perdón al árbol
cuando lo voy a tronchar. 
Y el árbol me dijo un día
¡Yo también me llamo Juan!

Tuve en mis ramas un nido. 
Yo sé que se salvarán. 
Los pájaros siempre vuelan. 
Yo, nunca aprendí a volar.

Triste es la vida del campo, 
arar, sembrar, y esperar

El verano, y el otoño, 
y el invierno... todo igual.

Quizá pensando, pensando, 
un día aprenda a volar . . .