"From the retinue of Mynyddog they hastened forth; in a shining array they fed together round the wine-vessel. My heart has become full of grief for the feast of Mynyddog, I have lost too many of my true kinsmen."
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Aneirin
Aneirin was a late 6th or early 7th century Brythonic poet from the Hen Ogledd, the Cumbric-speaking regions of northern Britain. His poem Y Gododdin, an elegy for those British warriors who fell in the disastrous battle of Cattraeth, survives only in a late, corrupt and heavily interpolated version.
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