Also from The Cambrian Wreath (see above), page 163:


THE BARD'S LAST LAY.
Air.—Davydd y Garreg Wen.

A tradition prevails in Merionethshire, that a bard of this name called for his harp, when dying, and played this beautiful air, requesting that it might be played over his grave by his brethren, on their harps—which was accordingly done.

1. Sweet solace of my dying hour,
Ere yet my arm forget its power,
Give to my fault’ring hand my shell,
One strain to bid the world farewell.

2. Life’s last faint spark will soon expire,
But ah! when silent, thou my lyre,
When deaf my ear and cold my tongue,
Ages shall tell how David sung.