Wales: Land of My Fathers : Dear country whose sires, that their sons might be free, Have suffered and perished for thee!

Land Of My Fathers 

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, 
Where'er I roam, Though far from my home, 
The mother is calling her child 
The Lord 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, 
Where'er I roam, 
Though far from my home, 
The mother is calling her child Wales! 
Wales! Land of mist and wild, 
Where'er I roam, 
Though far from my home, 
The mother is calling her child