(Rod Thomas) We're the children of our ancestors
All they did is in our blood
And they gave us the chance to live our lives
For this land and the people we love
I gael Cymru 'n gymru rydd
Did your forefather fight with Llewelyn
Against Saxons and Normans he died
So his country's fate should not be that
Of Cornwall or Strathclyde
At the death of Glyn Dwr was he saddened
Resenting the next years to come
But when the word in Welsh was printed
The battle had just begun
Did your forefather ride with Rebecca
On the tollgates that strangled his ways
Burning the hated poor-house
Resisting the sabre blade
And at his side women worked on broken bodies
Those sisters, mothers and wives
With the strength to raise their children when the menfolk fell
And at the hearth keep the message alive
Did your forefather bleed in a coal seam
Or at a furnace door did he burn
Slaving for those who raped the land
And gave nothing in return
So our forefathers met every era
With the strength and the will to survive
Let us never forget as each day goes by
It's to them we owe our lives