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!
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
And every branch throughout the land
Shall awaken at his hand
Birch and Elder, Ash and Oak –
They shall don their battle cloaks
The forests shall their mantles shake
Making all of Wales quake
Amethon from the Otherworld flees
In Cad Goddeu; the Battle of Trees.