Wales is a land of stunning scenery
Wooded hillsides and rocky cliffs,
Rows of green leeks in every grassy field,
With blushing daffodils in the prickly hedgerows.
The golden sun shining on the sparkling sea
And the steep grim mountains, towering high.

Wales is a land of poetry and song
Calon Lan echoing through the hills,
Songs from Catatonia shaking the land.
And the national anthem, Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau,
Ringing in your ears.

Wales is a land of mysterious myths,
The fierce Welsh dragon that lurks
In the deep, dark coal mines.
That beholds the terrifying coal monster,
Down in the old, black shafts.

Wales is a land of ruthless rugby
Fearful scrums and screaming supporters,
Tries being scored and a game being won.
Dangerous tackles and kicked conversions,
And cheers going up from the noisy crowd.

Wales is the Land of My Fathers
Beautiful scenery and dark, gloomy woods,
Rugby scrums and the mythical dragon.
Golden daffodils and tasty leeks
Wales is the land for me.

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