In Honour of St. David’s Day by Anonymous

When good St. David, as old writs record,
Exchanged his sacred Crosier for a sword,
Nor drum nor standard kept his men together,
Each smelt his neighbour’s vegetable feather.
In heart and stomach stout they turned not crupper:
The Foe their breakfast was, the Leek their supper.

From: Jones, Gwyn (ed.), The Oxford Book of Welsh Verse in English, 1977, Oxford University Press: Oxford, p. 116.
(https://archive.org/details/oxfordbookofwels00jonerich/)

Date: 18th century

By: Anonymous

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