National Anthem Wales

The old land of my fathers is dear to me,
Land of bards and singers, famous men of renown;
Her brave warriors, very splendid patriots,
For freedom shed their blood.

Country, Country, I am faithful to my Country.
While the sea is a wall to the pure, most loved land,
O may the old language endure.

The old land of my fathers is dear to me,
Land of bards and singers, famous men of renown;
Her brave warriors, very splendid patriots,
For freedom shed their blood.

Country, Country, I am faithful to my Country.
While the sea is a wall to the pure, most loved land,
O may the old language endure.

Old mountainous Wales, paradise of the bard,
Every valley, every cliff, to my look is beautiful.
Through patriotic feeling, so charming is the murmur
Of her brooks, rivers, to me.

Country, Country, I am faithful to my Country.
While the sea is a wall to the pure, most loved land,
O may the old language endure.

If the enemy oppresses my land under his foot,
The old language of the Welsh is as alive as ever.
The muse is not hindered by the hideous hand of treason,
Nor the melodious harp of my country.

Country, Country, I am faithful to my Country.
While the sea is a wall to the pure, most loved land,
O may the old language endure.

Country, Country, I am faithful to my Country.
While the sea is a wall to the pure, most loved land,
O may the old language endure.