On the album Scarborough Fair: 20 Folk Songs of the British Isles(Hallmark), the Madrigal Singers give us a version of Men of Harlech
that I can't find on the web, except for some lines. I hope someone will help me, filling in the blanks of my transcript or correcting it.
Men of Harlech, stop your dreaming,
See the Saxon armors gleaming,
Spears       and banners streaming,
Ready for the fight.
                  Can't you hear the foe advancing?
                  Hear the noble horses prancing,
                            the helmets glancing,
                  Shining through the night.
From the rocks rebounding
Let the cries resounding
Summon all   single(?) call,
The mighty foe surrounding.
                   O men of Harlech, on to glory
                   With your banner high before you!
                                  and let your foe
                   Be scattered in the fight.
Never    the Saxon shake you.
Never             take you.
Nothing they can do
Will make you tremble in their sight.
                   So just          dying,
                                     a-lying,
                   Never more to stand before
                   Your noble pennant       .
                behind you
Strong                you
So your foe will never find you
Wanting(?) in the fight.