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                         Far away a voice is calling, 
                          Bells from memory do chime 
                          Come home again, come home again, 
                          They call through the oceans of time.  
                        2. Well keep a welcome in the hillside. 
                          Well keep a welcome in the Vales 
                          This land you knew will still be singing 
                          When you come home again to Wales.  
                        3. This land of song will keep a welcome 
                          And with a love that never fails, 
                          Well kiss away each hour of hiraeth 
                          When you come home again to Wales 
                        
                        Men of Harlech! In the Hollow, 
                          Do ye hear like rushing billow 
                          Wave on wave that surging follow 
                          Battle's distant sound? 
                          Tis the tramp of Saxon foemen, 
                          Saxon spearmen, Saxon bowmen, 
                          Be they knights or hinds or yeomen, 
                          They shall bite the ground! 
                          Loose the folds asunder, 
                          Flag we conquer under! 
                          The placid sky now bright on high, 
                          Shall launch its bolts in thunder! 
                          Onward! 'tis the country needs us, 
                          He is bravest, he who leads us 
                          Honor's self now proudly heads us, 
                          Freedom, God and Right!  
                         
                        2. Rocky Steeps and passes narrow, 
                          Flash with spear and flight of arrow 
                          Who would think of death or sorrow? 
                          Death is glory now! 
                          Hurl the reeling horsemen over, 
                          Let the earth dead foemen cover 
                          Fate of friend, of wife, of lover, 
                          Trembles on a blow! 
                          Strands of life are riven! 
                          Blow for blow is given 
                          In deadly lock, or battle shock, 
                          And mercy shrieks to heaven! 
                          Men of Harlech! young or hoary, 
                          Would you win a name in story? 
                          Strike for home, for life, for glory! 
                          Freedom, God and Right!  
                        
                        Mae hen wlad fy nhadau yn annwyl i mi 
                          Gwlad beirdd a chantorion enwogion o fri 
                          Ei gwrol ryfelwr, gwlad garwyr tra mad 
                          Tros 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 barha 
                          
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