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.