MAE HEN WLAD FY NHADAU

Mae hen wlad fy nhadau yn annwyl i mi,
Gwlad beirdd a chantorion, enwogion o fri;
Eu gwrol ryfelwyr, gwladgarwyr tra mād,
Tros ryddid collasant eu gwaed.
(Cytgan)

Gwlad, Gwlad, pleidol wyf i'm gwlad.
Tra mor yn fur i'r bur hoff bau,
O bydded i'r hen iaith barhau.

Hen Gymru fynyddig, paradwys y bardd,
Pob dyffryn, pob clogwyn i'm golwg sydd hardd;
Trwy deimlad gwladgarol, mor swynol yw si
Eil nentydd afonydd, i mi
(Cytgan)

Os treisiodd y gelyn fy ngwlad tan ei droed,
Mae hen iaith y Cymry mor fyw ag erioed,
Ni luddiwyd yr awen gan erchyll law brad,
Na thelyn berseiniol fy ngwlad.
(Cytgan)

 
   
 

THE LAND OF MY FATHERS

The land of my Fathers, the land of my choice,
The land in which poets and minstrels rejoice;
The land whose stern warriors were true to the core,
While bleeding for freedom of yore.

(Chorus)
Wales, Wales fav'rite land of Wales!
While sea her wall, may naught befall
To mar the old language of Wales.

Old Mountainous Cambria, the Eden of bards,
Each hill and each valley, excite my regards;
To the ears of their patriots how charming still seems
The music that flows in her streams.
(Chorus)

My Country tho' crushed by a hostile array,
The language of Cambria lives on to this day,
The muse has eluded the traitors' foul knives,
The harp of my country survives.
(Chorus)

 
     
     
 

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