Amethon

Oh 'Ploughman', here, have you heard?

You who stole Lord Anwyn's bird,

Who took his hound, who snatched his deer;

You have caused a battle here!

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All's not lost though, Amethon;

Look to your brother, Gwydion –

He'll go to where the wild woods dwell

Where the trees stand silent sentinel

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And every branch throughout the land

Shall awaken at his hand

Birch and Elder, Ash and Oak –

They shall don their battle cloaks

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The forests shall their mantles shake

Making all of Wales quake

Amethon from the Otherworld flees

In Cad Goddeu; the Battle of Trees.