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0:00:10 > 0:00:14- # Remember
0:00:20 > 0:00:23- # Remember #
0:00:25 > 0:00:28- This programme - comes from Trawsfynydd...
0:00:28 > 0:00:31- ..in memory of the Poet - of the Black Chair, Hedd Wyn.
0:00:32 > 0:00:36- We're going back to 1967 when - this power station was first built.
0:00:36 > 0:00:39- We'll hear Ellis Humphrey Evans's - friends...
0:00:39 > 0:00:43- ..reminiscing about their friendship - with the young poet.
0:00:43 > 0:00:46- TRUMPET FANFARE
0:00:50 > 0:00:54- Would Fleur-de-lis...
0:00:54 > 0:00:57- ..please stand up!
0:00:58 > 0:01:00- BATTLEFIRE
0:01:07 > 0:01:10- "No. No.
0:01:12 > 0:01:14- "His soul hears only the voice
0:01:14 > 0:01:18- "That awakens - the children of the muse at dawn
0:01:19 > 0:01:22- # The poet
0:01:22 > 0:01:26- # Heavy beneath foreign soil
0:01:26 > 0:01:32- # The hands - that will no longer be parted
0:01:33 > 0:01:35- # The intense eyes
0:01:35 > 0:01:39- # Booring into the grave
0:01:40 > 0:01:46- # The eyes that cannot open #
0:01:47 > 0:01:49- REPETITIVE GUNFIRE
0:01:49 > 0:01:53- "Woe is me - that I live in an age so boorish
0:01:53 > 0:01:56- "And God at ebb on a distant horizon
0:01:57 > 0:02:01- "After him, man, lord and commoner
0:02:01 > 0:02:03- "Raising his ugly authority"
0:02:06 > 0:02:08- Ellis Humphrey Evans, Hedd Wyn.
0:02:09 > 0:02:12- He was born at Yr Ysgwrn, - Trawsfynydd.
0:02:12 > 0:02:15- And died - at the battle of Pilckem Ridge...
0:02:15 > 0:02:19- ..on the border - between France and Belgium...
0:02:19 > 0:02:21- ..on 31 July, 1917.
0:02:21 > 0:02:23- He was 29 years old.
0:02:29 > 0:02:32- Ellis was the eldest - of nine children...
0:02:32 > 0:02:34- ..born to Evan and Mari Evans.
0:02:34 > 0:02:38- The literary tradition was strong - on both sides of the family...
0:02:39 > 0:02:42- ..though the children's education - was, at best, basic.
0:02:42 > 0:02:45- They stayed at home - to work on the farm...
0:02:45 > 0:02:49- ..as was the tradition - for sons and daughters of farmers.
0:02:50 > 0:02:54- Though the mountains - remain unchanged in Cwm Prysor...
0:02:54 > 0:02:59- ..man's productivity - has altered the area's landscape.
0:02:59 > 0:03:01- Since Hedd Wyn's death...
0:03:01 > 0:03:05- ..a new road has been built - from Cwm Prysor to Tryweryn.
0:03:06 > 0:03:09- A reservoir has been built - in Llyn Stwlan and Trawsfynydd.
0:03:10 > 0:03:13- More recently, it has become home - to a power station.
0:03:16 > 0:03:20- But if the power station - is a symbol of what is to come...
0:03:20 > 0:03:23- ..Hedd Wyn - continues to avert his eyes.
0:03:23 > 0:03:25- He stares at his former home...
0:03:25 > 0:03:29- ..standing a stone's throw away - from the power station...
0:03:29 > 0:03:31- ..but still without electricity.
0:03:32 > 0:03:34- Very little has changed - at Yr Ysgwrn.
0:03:35 > 0:03:39- It's as it was on the day - Hedd Wyn left to meet his fate.
0:03:39 > 0:03:42- His family still lives here - to this day.
0:03:42 > 0:03:46- Two of his old friends, - John and William Morris...
0:03:46 > 0:03:49- ..relive memories - from half a century ago.
0:03:49 > 0:03:53- It's very nice - being back here at Yr Ysgwrn.
0:03:53 > 0:03:56- It's been 50 years - since we were last here.
0:03:57 > 0:03:59- We regularly called before the war.
0:03:59 > 0:04:02- I was a teacher at Ffestiniog - at the time.
0:04:02 > 0:04:05- When war broke out, - we were separated.
0:04:05 > 0:04:08- I came here many times - before the war...
0:04:08 > 0:04:13- ..and spent hours in his company - when he first began writing poetry.
0:04:13 > 0:04:17- It's 60 years since he won his - first Chair at the Bala Eisteddfod.
0:04:17 > 0:04:20- Many years of diligence followed...
0:04:20 > 0:04:22- ..until that turbulent time...
0:04:22 > 0:04:26- ..which led to him winning - the Black Chair in Birkenhead.
0:04:26 > 0:04:31- I have a vivid memory of sitting - here with him around the fireside.
0:04:32 > 0:04:35- He took a scrap of paper - from his waistcoat...
0:04:35 > 0:04:38- ..lit it in the fire...
0:04:38 > 0:04:40- ..and held it to his pipe.
0:04:40 > 0:04:43- I noticed he'd written an englyn - on the paper.
0:04:43 > 0:04:47- I grabbed it, stubbed out the flame - and looked at it.
0:04:47 > 0:04:50- The englyn read...
0:04:50 > 0:04:53- "I walked along the estuaries
0:04:54 > 0:04:59- "In the shy hubbub - of the nervous winds
0:04:59 > 0:05:01- "As the white arm of sunlight
0:05:01 > 0:05:03- "Caressed the neck - of the old mountains"
0:05:03 > 0:05:06- Yes, he captured it perfectly.
0:05:06 > 0:05:09- From the window - I can see the old railway...
0:05:09 > 0:05:11- ..that ran through Cwm Prysor.
0:05:12 > 0:05:15- I recall verses he wrote - about Jones the Guard.
0:05:15 > 0:05:17- He wrote in English and Welsh.
0:05:17 > 0:05:19- "A chatty amiable guard
0:05:19 > 0:05:22- "Full of fun in his van working hard
0:05:22 > 0:05:24- "Full of love, he never lacks
0:05:24 > 0:05:26- "To serve his country - on the tracks"
0:05:27 > 0:05:29- Jones was a contented soul.
0:05:29 > 0:05:31- "And the guard, most kind and gay
0:05:31 > 0:05:35- "So I wish to sing his praise - all the way
0:05:35 > 0:05:37- "And I hope he'll be someday
0:05:37 > 0:05:39- "The ruler of the railway"
0:05:39 > 0:05:41- Very good.
0:05:43 > 0:05:46- It was here, in the Migneint - and Moelwyn mountains...
0:05:46 > 0:05:48- ..that Hedd Wyn honed his art.
0:05:48 > 0:05:51- Much of his poetry was sad...
0:05:51 > 0:05:54- ..in memory of friends - who had died...
0:05:54 > 0:05:57- ..as he too would die - in the Great War.
0:05:58 > 0:05:59- Ifan Price, Y Pandy.
0:06:00 > 0:06:03- I remember Hedd Wyn well.
0:06:03 > 0:06:07- We were childhood friends - and spent a lot of time together.
0:06:07 > 0:06:11- He was a poet and I wasn't. That's - the only difference between us.
0:06:12 > 0:06:13- We got on really well.
0:06:14 > 0:06:18- I remember him winning his first - Chair at the Bala Eisteddfod.
0:06:18 > 0:06:21- Some of the lads went to carry it - for him...
0:06:21 > 0:06:23- ..but he didn't like that at all.
0:06:23 > 0:06:25- The chairs he won later...
0:06:25 > 0:06:30- ..he either carried them across - the fields on his back or in a cart.
0:06:39 > 0:06:40- "Oh, to be a flower
0:06:40 > 0:06:42- "With the gentle breeze
0:06:42 > 0:06:46- "Washing its white waves over me
0:06:46 > 0:06:49- "From the golden slopes"
0:07:02 > 0:07:05- "His sacrifice was not in vain
0:07:05 > 0:07:08- "His face in our minds will remain
0:07:08 > 0:07:11- "Although he left a bloodstain
0:07:11 > 0:07:14- "On Germany's iron fist of pain"
0:07:16 > 0:07:17- The Moelwyn
0:07:18 > 0:07:21- "Cold and harsh the landscape
0:07:22 > 0:07:23- "It has been forever
0:07:23 > 0:07:26- "Covered in heather
0:07:26 > 0:07:28- "As the flock roams the mountain
0:07:29 > 0:07:32- "Its rocks are organs in the wind
0:07:39 > 0:07:42- "I saw one amongst the sheep - at the end of a summer's day
0:07:43 > 0:07:47- "I saw such splendour - on its young face
0:07:48 > 0:07:52- "The breeze whistled as it blew - between the heather and leaves
0:07:52 > 0:07:55- "He sang unknowingly, - his voice peerless
0:07:58 > 0:08:01- "I stood by his grave late one day
0:08:02 > 0:08:03- "The grave of pure hope
0:08:03 > 0:08:06- "Born of the mountain - children's joy
0:08:06 > 0:08:08- "Who sang the melodic song
0:08:08 > 0:08:12- "If I could, - I would mark upon his silent grave
0:08:13 > 0:08:18- "A picture of a harp - with broken strings"
0:08:26 > 0:08:28- To his sweetheart - Jennie.
0:08:30 > 0:08:33- "A beauty with pure white skin
0:08:33 > 0:08:36- "The most beautiful - in the whole wide world
0:08:36 > 0:08:39- "One so tender, kind-natured
0:08:39 > 0:08:42- "Strangely sweet is Sian"
0:08:45 > 0:08:49- Yes, I knew Hedd Wyn very well.
0:08:49 > 0:08:52- We were courting for three years.
0:08:53 > 0:08:56- I set eyes on him - for the first time...
0:08:56 > 0:08:59- ..on the 7.30 train - from Blaenau Ffestiniog.
0:09:00 > 0:09:02- He came over for a chat - on the train.
0:09:05 > 0:09:09- On the Monday morning, - I received a long letter from him.
0:09:09 > 0:09:13- There was a Sunday collection - back then.
0:09:13 > 0:09:17- I don't remember much of what was - in the letter, apart from this.
0:09:17 > 0:09:21- "Do not be so mean, my dear
0:09:21 > 0:09:23- "Do not reject my letter
0:09:23 > 0:09:26- "I hope that, come the answer
0:09:26 > 0:09:31- "I can look forward merrily - to our meeting, Miss Owen
0:09:31 > 0:09:33- "Pantllwyd's sweetest daughter"
0:09:34 > 0:09:36- I lived in Pantllwyd back then.
0:09:36 > 0:09:39- I was known as Jini Pantllwyd.
0:09:44 > 0:09:46- "His mother's grave - is in Trawsfynydd
0:09:47 > 0:09:49- "The habitat - of the wind and the rain
0:09:50 > 0:09:53- "And he asleep on a pillow in the - cemetery of the distant foreigner
0:09:54 > 0:09:56- "He will not come - with the golden summers
0:09:56 > 0:09:58- "To visit the area of his home
0:09:58 > 0:10:02- "For the cemetery - is in a foreign land
0:10:02 > 0:10:04- "And he is asleep in its gravel"
0:10:09 > 0:10:10- # Remember #
0:10:11 > 0:10:12- .
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0:10:24 > 0:10:26- "His sacrifice was not in vain
0:10:26 > 0:10:29- "His face in our minds will remain
0:10:29 > 0:10:34- "Although he left a bloodstain - on Germany's iron fist of pain"
0:10:35 > 0:10:38- This memorial statue - was unveiled in 1923...
0:10:38 > 0:10:40- ..by Hedd Wyn's mother.
0:10:40 > 0:10:45- His journey towards acclaim as - a chief poet wasn't at all easy...
0:10:45 > 0:10:46- ..as his friends testify.
0:10:49 > 0:10:53- There was something within him - that spurred him on to do it.
0:10:53 > 0:10:57- Yes. He received scathing criticism - on occasions.
0:10:58 > 0:11:01- I remember John Morris Jones - in 1915...
0:11:01 > 0:11:04- ..when Sir Thomas Parry-Williams - won the Chair...
0:11:04 > 0:11:06- ..for a poem about Snowdonia...
0:11:06 > 0:11:09- ..harshly criticizing - Hedd Wyn's ode.
0:11:09 > 0:11:14- He knew nothing about the struggle - he had, trying to express himself.
0:11:15 > 0:11:18- He was made aware later - because I made sure I told him.
0:11:19 > 0:11:21- He was concerned too.
0:11:21 > 0:11:25- He came second in 1916. - I remember writing it down for him.
0:11:25 > 0:11:29- And I came across it in - the sheep pen on a Sunday afternoon.
0:11:29 > 0:11:33- That was divine intervention. - It's called Yr Arwr.
0:11:33 > 0:11:37- I remember getting this copy, - among others, from the bookshelf.
0:11:37 > 0:11:39- This is interesting.
0:11:40 > 0:11:43- He wrote half of it - before he departed.
0:11:43 > 0:11:46- He went to war - in early spring, 1917.
0:11:46 > 0:11:50- We said our goodbyes - and I went to Anglesey to live.
0:11:50 > 0:11:55- He wasn't allowed to stay here, - maybe he could have stayed.
0:11:55 > 0:11:57- But off to war he went.
0:11:57 > 0:12:02- Providence allowed him to return so - that he could plough the fields...
0:12:03 > 0:12:05- ..because of the situation - at the time.
0:12:05 > 0:12:09- So he had a chance to finish - the poem, and here it is.
0:12:11 > 0:12:15- Birkenhead National Eisteddfod, - 1917.
0:12:16 > 0:12:17- Competition 18.
0:12:18 > 0:12:22- An ode entitled "The Hero", - in no more than 500 words.
0:12:23 > 0:12:28- The prize - - 10 and a carved oak chair.
0:12:31 > 0:12:35- He'd come to see me twice a week.
0:12:35 > 0:12:38- Every Wednesday night - and Saturday night.
0:12:40 > 0:12:43- He'd go to Blaenau Ffestiniog...
0:12:43 > 0:12:46- ..then he'd walk home - along the road...
0:12:46 > 0:12:49- ..as far as the grassy slope - at Ty'n Cefn.
0:12:50 > 0:12:53- Other times - he'd go down to Ceunant Sych.
0:12:53 > 0:12:56- He was very devoted...
0:12:56 > 0:12:59- ..he never cancelled our date.
0:13:00 > 0:13:02- But war broke out...
0:13:02 > 0:13:05- ..and ruined everything.
0:13:06 > 0:13:09- "My Gwenfron and I - went a-walking one day
0:13:09 > 0:13:11- "And listened - to the light breeze play
0:13:12 > 0:13:15- "A sky-full of moon, - a lake-full of moon
0:13:15 > 0:13:17- "And the nightingale sang - from the treetops its tune
0:13:18 > 0:13:20- "And love was alive that night, - and soon
0:13:21 > 0:13:23- "Just there, - as the breeze whispered in the tree
0:13:24 > 0:13:27- "An eternal vow - bound Gwenfron and me
0:13:28 > 0:13:30- "Gwenfron and I are older, we know
0:13:30 > 0:13:33- "It's late and time has turned - our hair to snow
0:13:33 > 0:13:37- "Our sight, like the end - of an evening, is grey
0:13:37 > 0:13:40- "No strength in our bodies, - too tired to play
0:13:40 > 0:13:44- "And yet, - our love grows stronger each day
0:13:44 > 0:13:48- "To those lands - without ageing beyond the sea
0:13:48 > 0:13:52- "The breeze is a-calling - Gwenfron and me"
0:13:53 > 0:13:57- But war broke out - and ruined everything.
0:14:00 > 0:14:02- SLOW DRUMMING / SHOUTING
0:14:18 > 0:14:21- # Pack Up Your Troubles - In Your Old Kit Bag #
0:14:24 > 0:14:26- DISTANT GUNFIRE
0:14:27 > 0:14:31- "I shall venture into the storm - and walk on the slopes of the hill
0:14:31 > 0:14:35- "Let the rain fall on my clothing - and the wind sing as it will
0:14:36 > 0:14:40- "I shall venture into the storm - where no-one can hear my cry
0:14:40 > 0:14:42- "Nothing can show me the way
0:14:42 > 0:14:45- "But the lightning - in God's great sky
0:14:46 > 0:14:50- "I'll venture into the storm - where the sheep and lambs graze
0:14:50 > 0:14:53- "Let the thunder groan - on the mountain
0:14:53 > 0:14:55- "Like the ecstasy of pain
0:14:56 > 0:15:00- "Wild winds blow over the mountains - playing the harp strings of reed
0:15:00 > 0:15:03- "Will you carry my plaintive message
0:15:04 > 0:15:06- "To someone who might take heed?
0:15:07 > 0:15:11- "When my eyes are shut in death - let lightning strike every hill
0:15:12 > 0:15:15- "Let the rain fall on the mountain
0:15:15 > 0:15:17- "Let the wind sing as it will"
0:15:17 > 0:15:22- # The poet, - heavy beneath foreign soil
0:15:23 > 0:15:26- # The hands - that will no longer be parted
0:15:27 > 0:15:29- # The intense eyes
0:15:29 > 0:15:31- # Booring into the grave
0:15:32 > 0:15:36- # The eyes that cannot open
0:15:36 > 0:15:40- # You've lived your life
0:15:40 > 0:15:44- # It's run its course
0:15:44 > 0:15:48- # The hour came - for you to go to your grave
0:15:48 > 0:15:53- # Putting an end - to your worldly travels #
0:15:54 > 0:15:58- "Only a purple moon - on the edge of the bare mountain
0:15:59 > 0:16:03- "And the sound of the River Prysor - singing in the valley"
0:16:05 > 0:16:07- He came home on leave.
0:16:08 > 0:16:12- He'd already started writing - Yr Arwr...
0:16:12 > 0:16:14- ..at Yr Ysgwrn.
0:16:14 > 0:16:17- But he was far from finishing it.
0:16:18 > 0:16:23- His heart wasn't in it and he - couldn't face going back to writing.
0:16:23 > 0:16:26- He said to me, - "I'm not going to do it."
0:16:26 > 0:16:29- But I kept on at him constantly...
0:16:29 > 0:16:32- ..to finish it...
0:16:33 > 0:16:36- ..because he'd come second - the previous year.
0:16:37 > 0:16:39- But he was so downhearted.
0:16:39 > 0:16:42- "I can't get my mind off - what happened out there," he said.
0:16:43 > 0:16:45- "I just can't"
0:16:45 > 0:16:48- "Why don't you try?" I said.
0:16:48 > 0:16:52- "It'd be a shame not to finish it - after writing most of it."
0:16:52 > 0:16:55- And he gave me a look...
0:16:55 > 0:16:57- ..and said...
0:16:57 > 0:17:01- .."I'll do it for you, dear Jini...
0:17:01 > 0:17:04- "..but I'm not sure - it'll arrive in time."
0:17:05 > 0:17:08- "He took his sword - to kill his brother
0:17:08 > 0:17:11- "When he felt that God was gone
0:17:11 > 0:17:14- "We're deafened - by the sound of battle
0:17:14 > 0:17:16- "Its shadows darken humble homes
0:17:18 > 0:17:20- "The harps that once - were full of song
0:17:20 > 0:17:22- "Are silent now with pain
0:17:24 > 0:17:27- "The cries of boys - carried on the breeze
0:17:27 > 0:17:31- "Their blood runs mixed with rain"
0:17:32 > 0:17:37- It was a tragedy that he had to go - into the army at all.
0:17:37 > 0:17:40- He wasn't the type at all.
0:17:40 > 0:17:43- He was kind-hearted - with a gentle nature.
0:17:44 > 0:17:46- But he had to go.
0:17:46 > 0:17:48- He was only in France for six weeks.
0:17:49 > 0:17:54- He sent me poems on my birthday.
0:17:57 > 0:18:01- I received them - a week after he was killed.
0:18:01 > 0:18:04- I have them in my basket here.
0:18:04 > 0:18:06- I'll read them to you.
0:18:18 > 0:18:22- "May you always be blessed, - sweet Jini
0:18:22 > 0:18:24- "In your home under the trees
0:18:24 > 0:18:27- "Where the flowers bloom brightly
0:18:27 > 0:18:30- "You're twenty-seven years old
0:18:30 > 0:18:34- "If we find that during this year
0:18:34 > 0:18:36- "Life deals us a cruel blow
0:18:36 > 0:18:39- "I bid you a pleasant year, - sweet Jini
0:18:39 > 0:18:42- "When the next year comes around
0:18:42 > 0:18:46- "And when the war is over
0:18:46 > 0:18:49- "With all its suffering and pain
0:18:49 > 0:18:52- "I will head for Ceunant Sych
0:18:52 > 0:18:55- "To search for my sweet love
0:18:55 > 0:18:57- "When I return from enemy land
0:18:58 > 0:19:00- "Like a tired pilgrim from the heat
0:19:00 > 0:19:05- "I hope you won't mind me asking
0:19:05 > 0:19:07- "Could you come a little closer?"
0:19:09 > 0:19:13- "To the Eisteddfod - from the excitement of the world
0:19:13 > 0:19:17- "To embrace the muse - a nation came together
0:19:17 > 0:19:20- "The horn was sounded, - the sword prepared
0:19:21 > 0:19:23- "But empty is the chair
0:19:23 > 0:19:26- "With the poet in his grave"
0:19:26 > 0:19:27- You were there, weren't you?
0:19:27 > 0:19:30- You were there, weren't you?- - Yes, I was. I received a telegram.
0:19:30 > 0:19:33- I was in Gretna at the time...
0:19:33 > 0:19:36- ..and Bryfdir asked me - to go to Birkenhead.
0:19:36 > 0:19:39- I heard there was a crowd of 18,000.
0:19:39 > 0:19:41- I'm not sure there were that many...
0:19:41 > 0:19:44- ..but there were certainly thousands - there.
0:19:45 > 0:19:49- I went straight away and Bryfdir - was there to meet me on the Maes.
0:19:50 > 0:19:54- We went to see Dyfed, the Archdruid, - and Evan Evans, Hedd Wyn's father.
0:19:55 > 0:19:59- They had to decide if anyone - should to sit in the chair...
0:19:59 > 0:20:02- ..or if it would be a black chair.
0:20:02 > 0:20:06- Evan Evans was adamant - he wasn't going to sit in the chair.
0:20:06 > 0:20:09- He wanted me to sit in it - but I couldn't.
0:20:09 > 0:20:11- So it was to be a black chair.
0:20:11 > 0:20:16- Dyfed decided shortly afterwards - that it would be a black chair.
0:20:16 > 0:20:21- He asked us both to go on stage and - stand either side of the chair...
0:20:21 > 0:20:25- ..during the chairing ceremony.
0:20:25 > 0:20:27- So that's what we did.
0:20:29 > 0:20:33- "Hedd Wyn was his name, - the son and heir
0:20:34 > 0:20:38- "There is nothing left of him - but his black chair"
0:20:40 > 0:20:44- # Over Trawsfynydd's rocks
0:20:45 > 0:20:49- # You travelled, - on the bare hills of Snowdonia
0:20:49 > 0:20:54- # You trod over its bracken
0:20:54 > 0:20:58- # You fell asleep - far from the area #
0:20:59 > 0:21:01- "His heart is without bitterness
0:21:02 > 0:21:04- "His appearance is without blemish
0:21:04 > 0:21:10- "His poetry lives on - though the poet lies in his grave
0:21:10 > 0:21:14- "He herded his flock - without arrogance or swagger
0:21:15 > 0:21:18- "Like a hermit retreating - in the heather
0:21:19 > 0:21:22- "He crossed the straits, - his hand on his sword
0:21:22 > 0:21:26- "The flock waits on the mountains
0:21:26 > 0:21:29- "While the poet lies in his grave"
0:21:30 > 0:21:34- # Leaving work - and leaving the plough
0:21:34 > 0:21:39- # Leaving the pasture - and the mountain stream
0:21:39 > 0:21:43- # Leaving meadow and leaving day
0:21:43 > 0:21:47- # And leaving green forests
0:21:47 > 0:21:50- # The lonely Chair, - his dwelling yonder
0:21:51 > 0:21:55- # Its two arms, - as if earnestly listening
0:21:55 > 0:21:59- # Today reach silently
0:21:59 > 0:22:04- # For one who rests - in eternal peace #
0:22:06 > 0:22:08- "We have no right to the stars
0:22:08 > 0:22:11- "Nor the homesick moon
0:22:11 > 0:22:16- "Nor the clouds edged with gold - at the centre of the eternal blue
0:22:17 > 0:22:21- "We have no right to anything - but the old and withered earth
0:22:22 > 0:22:24- "That is all in chaos
0:22:24 > 0:22:26- "At the centre of God's glory"
0:22:28 > 0:22:31- # The Last Post #
0:23:04 > 0:23:08- "Gravely, we continue
0:23:08 > 0:23:11- "The arrow wounds his people
0:23:11 > 0:23:15- "From the bow - of the avenger it came
0:23:15 > 0:23:19- "The harp, - shattered during the feast
0:23:19 > 0:23:23- "The festival in tears
0:23:23 > 0:23:26- "The poet in his grave"
0:23:40 > 0:23:43- S4C Subtitles by Adnod Cyf.