Have you heard the torrent leaping from the mountain to the sea?
Have you heard the tempest sweeping over Snowdon wild and free?
Have you seen the beacon springing over Cambria's hills and dales?
Have you heard the war-cry ringing to the dauntless heart of Wales?
Oh! A fair land, a clear land, as any far or near land –
God guard the land of Wales for evermore.

It is in the name of freedom that the harp of Wales has rung;
It is in the praise of freedom that the songs of Wales are sung;
It is in the cause of freedom, her wealth, her boast, her pride;
That the sword of Wales has triumphed and the sons of Wales have died;
Oh! A proud land, an old land, a little yet bold land –
God guard the land of Wales for evermore.

Oh, where's the man would palter with a coward word or deed?
Oh, where's the man would falter in the hour of Cambria's need?
No tyrant e'er could tame her or break her soul of yore;
No son of Wales will shame her when the trumpet calls to war;
Oh, a fine land, a fair land, the freemen claim as their land –
God bless the land of Wales for evermore.