The mountain sheep are sweeter,
But the valle sheep are fatter'
We therefore deemed it meeter
To carry off the latter.
We made an expedition;
We meta host and quelled it;
We forced a strong position,
And killed the men who held it.
On Dyfed's richest valley,
Where herds of kine were browsing,
We made a mighty Sally,
To furnish our carousing.
Fierce warriors rushed to meet us;
We met and o'erthrew them:
They struggled hard to beat us;
But we conquered and we slew them.
As we drove our prize at leizure,
The king marched fourth to catch us;
His rage surpassed all measure,
But his people could not match us.
He fled to his hall pillars;
And, ere our force we led off,
Some sacked his house and cellars,
While others cut his head off.
We there, in strife bewildering,
Spilt blood enough to swim in:
We orphaned many children,
And widowed many women.
The eagles and the ravens,
We glutted with our foemen:
The heroes and the cravens,
The spearmen and the bowmen.
We brought away from battle,
And much thier land bemoaned them,
Two thousand head of cattle,
And the head of he who owned them:
Edynfed, king of Dyfed,
His head was borne before us;
His wine and beasts supplied our feasts,
And his overthrow, our chorus.
By: Thomas love peacock.
Tiffany Dillon
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-war-song-of-dinas-vawr-3/
