Land of My Fathers

This land of my fathers is dear to me
 Land of poets and singers, and people of stature
 Her brave warriors, fine patriots
 Shed their blood for freedom
 Land! Land! I am true to my land!
 As long as the sea serves as a wall for this pure, dear land
 May the language endure for ever.
 Old land of the mountains, paradise of the poets,
 Every valley, every cliff a beauty guards;
 Through love of my country, enchanting voices will be
 Her streams and rivers to me.
 Land! Land! I am true to my land!
 As long as the sea serves as a wall for this pure, dear land
 May the language endure for ever.
 Though the enemy have trampled my country underfoot,
 The old language of the Welsh knows no retreat,
 The spirit is not hindered by the treacherous hand
 Nor silenced the sweet harp of my land.
 Land! Land! I am true to my land!
 As long as the sea serves as a wall for this pure, dear land
 May the language endure for ever.