Y Ddraig Goch -The Red Dragon

Cherish her land, lovely boy! Never let them come destroy! Show the Welsh pride, lovely boy! Sing aloud your heart and joy! I met a Bard of ancient time who sang to me in mystic rhyme as we climbed the mountain road. He told me tales from long ago of hidden dragons far below he bestowed in soulful ode. Now I had heard the dragon tale and said to him, let truth prevail without ale tell me the lore. With no drink to exaggerate I want the legends of our fate tell it straight I did implore. Cherish her land, lovely boy! Never let them come destroy! Show the Welsh pride, lovely boy! Sing aloud your heart and joy! He sang of the hidden secret Three mysteries that have been kept ne'er forget this land is blessed. While Bran remains in the White Hill of London, foes or evil will their blood spilled, shall not progress. The bones that lie beside the sea, Blessed Gwerthefyr, shall keep us free liberty, for all of time. And the dragons one red, one white, buried in Eryri one night by Ludd's might and magic rhyme. Cherish her land, lovely boy! Never let them come destroy! Show the Welsh pride, lovely boy! Sing aloud your heart and joy! The dragons' war raged underground Red against white, without a sound 'til unbound, from Earth they flew. White against red, their battle fought, supreme power, the prize they sought as death brought red's triumph through. The Welsh Dragon, so wise and red, fair means and true your blessings said fortune spread though all of Wales. For those of foul heart and intent a dragon's curse of detriment that shall vent their lands with gales. Cherish her land, lovely boy! Never let them come destroy! Show the Welsh pride, lovely boy! Sing aloud your heart and joy!