Welsh title for a short, obscure poem of great antiquity preserved in the Book of Taliesin (13th cent.), known in English as The Battle of the Trees or The Army of. Check out Cad Goddeu (The Battle of the Trees) by Cernunnos Woods on Amazon Music. Stream ad-free or purchase CD’s and MP3s now on . Nest is a project of fellow pianists and record label operators Otto Totland (Deaf Center / Type Records) and Huw Roberts (Serein).

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I have been a tear in the air, I have been the dullest of stars. I have been a word among letters, I have been a book in the origin.

I have been the light of lanterns, A year and a half. I have been a continuing bridge, Over three score Abers.

I have been a coracle in the seas: I have been compliant in the banquet. I have been a drop in a shower; I have been a sword in the grasp of the hand I have been a shield in battle. I have been a string in a harp, Disguised for nine years. I have been sponge in the fire, I have been wood in the covert.

I am not he who will not sing of A combat though small, The conflict in the battle of Godeu of sprigs. Against the Guledig of Prydain, 3 There passed central horses, Fleets full of riches.

There passed an animal with wide jaws, On it there were a hundred heads. And a battle was contested Under the root of his tongue; And another battle there is In his occiput.

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A snake speckled, crested. A hundred souls through sin Shall be tormented in its flesh I have been in Caer Vevenir 5 Thither hastened grass and trees Minstrels were singing Warrior-bands were wondering At the exaltation of the Brython, That Gwydyon 6 affected.

There was a calling on the Creator, Godreu Christ for causes, Until when the Eternal Should deliver those whom he had made. Take the forms of time prinncipal trees, Arranging yourselves in battle array, And restraining the public. Inexperienced in battle hand to hand. When the trees were enchanted, In the expectation of not being trees, The trees uttered their voices From strings of harmony, The disputes ceased.

Let us cut short heavy days, A female restrained the din. She came forth altogether lovely. The head of goddeu line, the head was a female.


The advantage of a sleepless cow Would not make us give way. The blood of men up to our thighs, The goddey of importunate mental exertions Sported in the world. And one has ended From considering the deluge, And Christ crucified And the day of judgement near at hand The alder trees, the head of the line, Formed the van.

The willows and quicken trees Came late to the army. The prickly rose-bushes, Against a host, of giants, The raspberry brake did What is better failed For the security of life. Privet and woodbine And ivy on its front, Like furze to the combat The cherry-tree was provoked.

The czd, notwithstanding glddeu high mind, Was late before he was arrayed. Not because of his cowardice, But on account of his greatness.

The laburnuin held in mind, That your wild nature was foreign. Pine-trees in the porch, The chair of disputation, By me greatly exalted, In the presence of kings The elm with his retinue, Did not go aside a foot He would fight with the centre, And the ggoddeu, and the rear.

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Hazel-trees, it was judged, That ample was thy mental exertion The privet, happy his lot, The bull of battle, the lord of the world Morawg and Morydd 7 Were made prosperous in pines. The fern that was toddeu The broom, in the van of the army, in the trenches he was hurt.

The heath was victorious, keeping off on all sides.

The common people were charmed, During time proceeding of the men. The oak, quickly moving, Before him, tremble heaven and earth. A valiant door-keeper against an enenly, his name is considered.

The blue-bells combined, And caused a consternation. In rejecting, were rejected, Others, that were perforated. Pear-trees, the best intruders In time conflict of the plain. A very wrathful wood, The chestnut is bashful, The opponent of happiness, The jet has become black, The mountain has become crooked, The woods have become a kiln, Existing formerly in the great seas Since was heard the shout: The branches of the oak have ensnared us From the Gwarchan of Maelderw.

Not of mother and father, When I was made, Did my Creator create me. Of earth, of an earthly course, When I was formed. Of the flower of nettles, Of the voddeu of the ninth wave. Godeu, children of Math.


When the removal occurred, I was enchanted by the Guledig. When he was half-burnt, I was enchanted by the sage Of sages, in the cd world.

When I had a being; When the host of the world was in dignity, The bard was accustomed to benefits. To the song of praise I am inclined, gdodeu the tongue recites. I played in the twilight, I slept in purple; I was truly in the enchantment With Dylan, the son of the wave.

They are neither older nor younger, Than myself in their divisions. A wonder, Canhwr are born, every one of nine hundred. He was with me also, With my sword dad with blood.

If I come to where the boar was killed, He will compose, he will decompose, He will form languages. The fad gleamer, his name, With a gleam he rules his numbers.

They would spread out. I have been a speckled snake on the hill, I have been a viper in the Llyn. I have been a bill-hook crooked that cuts, I have been a ferocious spear With my chasuble and bowl I will prophesy not badly, Four score smokes On every one what will bring.

Five battalions of arms Will be caught by my knife. Six steeds of yellow hue A hundred times better is My cream-coloured steed, Swift as the sea-mew Which will not pass Between the sea and the shore. Am I not pre-eminent in the field of blood?

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Over it are a hundred chieftains. Crimson is the gem of my belt, Gold my shield border. There has not been born, in the gap, That has been visiting me, Except Goronwy, 13 From the dales of Cd.

Long white my fingers, It is long since I have been a herdsman. I travelled in the earth, Before I was a proficient in learning. And one is come From considering the deluge, And Christ crucified, And the day of future doom. A golden gem in a golden jewel. I am splendid And shall be wanton From the oppression of the metal-workers.