Urien of Yrechwydd

Urien of Yrechwydd most generous of Christian men,
much do you give to the people of your land;
as you gather so also do you scatter,
the poets of Christendom rejoice while you stand.
More is the gaity and more is the glory
that Urien and his heirs are for riches renowned,
and he is the chieftain, the paramount ruler,
the far-flung refuge, first of fighters found.
The Lloegrians know it when they count their numbers,
death have they suffered and many a shame,
their homesteads a-burning, stripped their bedding,
and many a loss and many a blame,
and never a respite from Urien of Rheged.
Rheged’s defender, famed lord, your land’s anchor,
all that is told of you has my acclaim.
Intense is your spear-play when you hear ploy of battle,
when to battle you first come ’tis a killing you can,
fire in their houses ere day in the lord of Yrechwydd’s way,
Yrechwydd the beautiful and its generous clan