Y Gododin - A Poem of the Battle of Cattraeth  by Aneurin
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			would seem to favour that view.  Nevertheless, granting that the 363 chieftains had indulged too freely in their favourite beverage, it is hardly credible that the bulk of the army, on which mainly depended the destiny of the battle, had the same opportunity of rendering themselves equally incapacitated, or, if we suppose that all had become so, that they did not recover their sobriety in seven days! The fact appears to be, that Aneurin in the instances alluded to, intends merely to contrast the social and festive habits of his countrymen at home with their lives of toil and privation in war, after a practise common to the Bards, not only of that age, but subsequently. Or it may be that the banquet, at which the British leaders were undoubtedly entertained in the hall of Eiddin, was looked upon as the sure prelude to war, and that in that sense the mead and wine were to them as poison. Y GODODIN I. Gredyf gwr oed gwas Gwrhyt am dias Meirch mwth myngvras A dan vordwyt megyrwas Ysgwyt ysgauyn lledan Ar bedrein mein vuan Kledyuawr glas glan Ethy eur aphan |  | 


 
