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Land of my Fathers
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Composer	Traditional
Instrumentation	Piano solo
Style	Hymn - Sacred
Arranger	Bizzarri, Bruno (1956 - ) Follow 13 Contact
Key	D major
Lyricist	Evan James
Langage	English
Date	1856
Copyright	Public Domain
"Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau", solitamente tradotto in inglese come "Land of My Fathers" è l'inno nazionale non ufficiale del Galles. Le parole in lingua gallese furono scritte da Evan James e la melodia composta da suo figlio James James. Oggi, la stessa melodia è usata anche per l'inno bretone e l'inno della Cornovaglia.
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LYRICS
ext by Evan James

Mae hen wlad fy nhadau yn annwyl i mi,
Gwlad beirdd a chantorion, enwogion o fri;
Ei gwrol ryfelwyr, gwladgarwyr tra mad,
Dros ryddid collasant eu gwaed.

Gwlad! Gwlad!, pleidiol wyf i'm gwlad.
Tra môr yn fur i'r bur hoff bau,
O bydded i'r hen iaith barhau.

Hen Gymru fynyddig, paradwys y bardd,
Pob dyffryn, pob clogwyn, i'm golwg sydd hardd;
Trwy deimlad gwladgarol, mor swynol yw si
Ei nentydd, afonydd, i fi.

Os treisiodd y gelyn fy ngwlad tan ei droed,
Mae hen iaith y Cymry mor fyw ag erioed,
Ni luddiwyd yr awen gan erchyll law brad,
Na thelyn berseiniol fy ngwlad.

English translation by A.P. Graves

O Land of my fathers, O land of my love,
Dear mother of minstrels who kindle and move,
And hero on hero, who at honour's proud call,
For freedom their lifeblood let fall.

Country! Country! O but my heart is with you!
As long as the sea your bulwark shall be,
To Cymru my heart shall be true.

O land of the mountains, the bard's paradise,
Whose precipice, valleys are fair to my eyes,
Green murmuring forest, far echoing flood
Fire the fancy and quicken the blood

For tho' the fierce foeman has ravaged your realm,
The old speech of Wales he cannot o'erwhelm,
Our passionate poets to silence command,
Or banish the harp from your strand.