THE RAVENS croaked, and human blood,
In ruddy flood, poured o’er the land;
Then burning houses war proclaimed,
Churches inflamed and palace halls;
While sheets of fire scale the sky,
And warriors cry, “To battle!”
They clearly heard the conflict’s roar
On Menai’s shore, from Seiont’s fort.
Three hundred ships, so heroes say,
The third of May, were set on fire.
Ten hundred times as many fled,
And not a beard stayed on Menai.