Dear land of my fathers
Whose glories were told
By bard and by minstrel
Who loved thee of old
Dear country whose sires
That their sons might be free
Have suffered and perished for thee
Wales wales
Land of mist and wild
Wherever I roam
Though far from my home
The mother is calling her child
The lords of great
Snowdon in brave days of yore
For thee fought for freedom
By mona's green shore
Their courage undaunted
Inspires all our lays
Our harps ere resound to their praise
Wales wales
Land of mist and wild
Wherever I roam
Though far from my home
The mother is calling her child
Wales wales
Land of mist and wild
Wherever I roam
Though far from my home
The mother is calling her child
