"Cenedl heb iaith, cenedl heb galon"-"A nation without a language is a nation without a heart" Welsh Proverb

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Thursday, May 31, 2012

Llywelyn, tears of blood you'd weep,
If you should see this from your sleep:
Our heart in a foreigner's hand,
Our ancient throne in a conqueror's land;
A nation where the meek abound,
... Where once were men who stood their ground.

We smile beneath the Royalty,
Peasants are peasants, never free.
We'll carry on our slavish way
Content and happy come what may;
Lost of roots, nothing to save,
Without a care but to behave.

We shall not be deceived for long
By fables and historic song,
For we, who now just count to ten,
Are Wales' Rule-Britannia men.
We are the patriots who lack fire,
The headstrong international choir.

In honour of your name, my land,
I'll ride with reddened sword in hand,
And nothing more than this is true:
How I could spill this blood for you. (Lloyd Owen)

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