With no sense of glee or schadenfreude, England were abysmal at Murrayfield in the latest round of the Six Nations.
But Wales were majestic. In Ireland’s own backyard, under huge pressure, the forwards took the Irish apart. And the backs – Henson, Byrne and Williams in particular – were in a different league. Lee Byrne looks to be turning into a world-class player.
So, it’s a mar-hoosive game against the French this weekend and, with this in mind, some stirring words are needed:
Men of Harlech, march to glory,
Victory is hov'ring o'er ye,
Bright-eyed freedom stands before ye,
Hear ye not her call?
At your sloth she seems to wonder;
Rend the sluggish bonds asunder,
Let the war-cry's deaf'ning thunder
Every foe appall.
Echoes loudly waking,
Hill and valley shaking;
'Till the sound spreads wide around,
The Saxon's courage breaking;
Your foes on every side assailing,
Forward press with heart unfailing,
'Till invaders learn with quailing,
Cambria ne'er can yield!
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