The blazing sun flooded the valley with its light
Shadows were dancing in the courtyard, hounds howled eagerly,
As Prince Llewellyn sounded his horn. Then he called
Here Gelert! Here boy, we've deer and fox to chase.
But Gelert had absconded and ignored his master's cry,
His nose sniffed out a lingering scent of a predator in the air.

Prince Llewellyn's horn grew louder echoing through the air,
He shielded his eyes from the glaring light
Searching for his faithful hound, then with a cry
To the hunt, he galloped into the bracken. Gelert's nose eagerly
Picked up the smell of the killer in his chase.
He gave no thought to his master as the voice of destiny called.

In the castle gardens sparrows flapped their wings and called
Out in panic, sensing danger loomed in the air.
The nursery door flew open and Gelert pursued his chase.
Besides the baby's cot the prowler's identity came to light.
Gelert bared his teeth at the gigantic wolf as they eagerly
Circled each other, you couldn't hear a pin drop or a baby cry.

Gelert defending his young master afraid to hear him cry.
Llewellyn's voice rang round the mountains as he called
Gelert! A bloody battle began as the beast eagerly
Moved in for the kill. His huge body leapt through the air,
Razor sharp fangs gleamed as they caught the light.
The cradle upturned as Gelert bravely persisted in his chase.

Blood and gore splattered everywhere as the chase
Ended. Gelert's fangs sank deeply into a vein with a dying cry
The beast fell to the floor, and the cradle hid his body from the light.
Shaken, fur matted with blood Gelert rose as Llewellyn called,
Sheepishly Gelert crouched before his master in the chilly air.
Heart pounding Llewellyn followed a bloody trail eagerly.

Blood-splattered walls greeted him as he called eagerly
To his son, horror-stricken he turned on Gelert in his chase,
Trusting eyes gazed at the gleaming blade hovering in the air.
Llewellyn's heart ached sorrowfully as he heard Gelert's cry,
Joy filled his heart as his son awakened and called
Him. Then he wept with grief as the true story came to light.
Eagerly he tried breathing life into Gelert, a sad voice echoed round the
valley. Gelert had ridden the final chase when fate called him.
Sorrow shrouds his grave in a light airy meadow in Beddgelert.