Gobrwy the Bard sings: I sing a tale of woe this day,
no song of joy or merriment,
A Saxon curr hath taken away
two knights in far off Kent.
One was Sir Llyr, who slew the Bear,
the other, his brother Sir Fane.
Two sons of Salisbury, each to God's care,
no more to suffer our pain.
Away with Madoc ap Uther they stormed
by sea and river and beach.
Alas, at Dover the devils were warned
and two Saxons there were for each.
With strength of arm and God's grace
the brothers faught with might,
so that friend and foe, of either race,
dropped lances out of fright.
A Saxon dog named Hildebane,
an unsavory villein from hell,
snuck upon Llyr and then upon Fane
and struck each with wounds too fell.
And laughed did he this madman brute,
as the Brothers Two did fall.
Is there none among the sons of Nudd
who will heed the Vengeance Call?
This is a crop they may not keep,
these Saxon sons of whores:
For every Cyrmic knight they reap,
bury twelve Saxons in the moors!
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