Mae rhai cenhedloedd yn arbennig o hoff o ganu. Mae llawer yn fach. Rwyf yn syth meddwl am Iwerddon, Estonia, Georgia ac efallai yn bwysicaf oll, Cymru. Mae eu gorau gwryw gorau yn chwedlonol!
Here are the lyrics:
This land of my fathers is dear to me
Land of poets and singers, and people of stature
Her brave warriors, fine patriots
Shed their blood for freedom
Land! Land! I am true to my land!
As long as the sea serves as a wall for this pure, dear land
May the language endure for ever.
Old land of the mountains, paradise of the poets,
Every valley, every cliff a beauty guards;
Through love of my country, enchanting voices will be
Her streams and rivers to me.
Though the enemy have trampled my country underfoot,
The old language of the Welsh knows no retreat,
The spirit is not hindered by the treacherous hand
Nor silenced the sweet harp of my land.
