Mae Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau |
The Land Of My Fathers |
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| Mae hen wlad fy nhadau yn annwyl i mi, |
The land of my fathers, the land of my
choice, |
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| Gwlad beirdd a chantorion, enwogion o fri; |
The land in which poets and minstrels
rejoice; |
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| Ei gwrol ryfelwyr, gwladgarwyr tra mâd, |
The land whose stern warriors were true to
the core, |
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| Tros ryddid gollasant eu gwaed. |
While bleeding for freedom of yore. |
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| CYTGAN |
CHORUS |
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| Gwlad, Gwlad, pleidiol wyf i'm gwlad. |
Wales! Wales! faourite land of Wales! |
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| Tra môr yn fur i'r bur hoff bau, |
While sea her wall, may naught befall |
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| O bydded i'r hen iaith barhau. |
To mar the old language of Wales. |
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| Hen Gymru fynyddig, paradwys y bardd, |
Old mountainous Cambria, the Eden of bards, |
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| Pob dyffryn, pob clogwyn i'm golwg sydd
hardd; |
Each hill and each valley, excite my
regards; |
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| Trwy deimlad gwladgarol, mor swynol yw si |
To the ears of her patriots how charming
still seems |
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| Ei nentydd, afonydd i mi. |
The music that flows in her streams. |
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| Os treisiodd y gelyn fy ngwald tan ei droed, |
My country tho' crushed by a hostile array, |
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| Mae hen iaith y Cymry mor fyw ac erioed, |
The language of Cambria lives out to this
day; |
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| Ni luddiwyd yr awen gan erchyll law brad, |
The muse has eluded the traitors' foul
knives, |
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| Na thelyn berseiniol fy ngwlad. |
The harp of my country survives. |
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