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Aneirin

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Three hundred men hastened forth, wearing gold torques, defending the land and there was slaughter. Though they were slain they slew, and they shall be honoured to the end of the world; and of all us kinsmen who went, alas, but for one man none escaped.
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Stanza B8, p. 101.

 
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