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| Dwyt ti'm yn cofio Macsen, |
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You don't remember Macsen, |
| Does neb yn ei nabod o; |
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Nobody knows him; |
| Mae mil a chwe chant o flynyddoedd |
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One thousand and six hundred years |
| Yn amser rhy hir i'r co'; |
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Is a time too long to remember; |
| Pan aeth Magnus Maximus o Gymru |
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When Magnus Maximus left Wales |
| Yn y flwyddyn tri-chant-wyth-tri, |
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In the year 383 |
| A'n gadael yn genedl gyfan |
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Leaving us a whole nation |
| A heddiw: wele ni! |
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And today - look at us! |
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| Ry'n ni yma o hyd, . . .(X 2) |
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We are still here. . .(X 2) |
| Er gwaetha pawb a phopeth, . . .(X 3) |
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In spite of everyone and everything . . .(X 3) |
| Ry'n ni yma o hyd, |
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We are still here. |
| Er gwaetha pawb a phopeth, . . .(X 3) |
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In spite of everyone and everything . . .(X 3) |
| Ry'n ni yma o hyd, |
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We are still here. |
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| Chwythed y gwynt o'r Dwyrain, |
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Let the wind blow from the East |
| Rhued y storm o'r môr, |
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Let the storm roar from the sea |
| Hollted y mellt yr wybren |
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Let the lightning split the heavens |
| A gwaedded y daran encôr, |
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And the thunder shout "Encore!" |
| Llifed dagrau'r gwangalon |
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Let the tears of the faint-hearted flow |
| A llyfed y taeog y llawr |
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And the servile lick the floor |
| Er dued yw'r fagddu o'n cwmpas |
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Despite the blackness around us |
| Ry'n ni'n barod am doriad y wawr! |
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We are ready for the breaking of the dawn! |
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| Ry'n ni yma o hyd, . . .(X 2) |
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We are still here . . .(X 2) |
| Er gwaetha pawb a phopeth, . . .(X 3) |
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In spite of everyone and everything . . .(X 3) |
| Ry'n ni yma o hyd, . . .(X 2) |
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We are still here . . .(X 2) |
| Er gwaetha pawb a phopeth, . . .(X 3) |
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In spite of everyone and everything . . .(X 3) |
| Ry'n ni yma o hyd. |
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We are still here. |
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| Cofiwn i Facsen Wledig |
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We remember that Macsen the Emperor |
| Adael ein gwlad yn un darn |
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Left our country in one whole piece, |
| A bloeddiwn gerbron y gwledydd |
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And we shall shout before the nations |
| 'Mi fyddwn yma tan Ddydd y Farn!' |
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'We'll be here until Judgement Day!' |
| Er gwaetha pob Dic Siôn Dafydd, |
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Despite every Dic Siôn Dafydd (Note 1) |
| Er gwaetha 'rhen Fagi a'i chriw |
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Despite old Maggie and her crew, |
| Byddwn yma hyd ddiwedd amser |
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We'll be here until the end of time, |
| A bydd yr iaith Gymraeg yn fyw! |
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And the Welsh language will be alive! |
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| Ry'n ni yma o hyd, . . .(X 2) |
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We are still here . . .(X 2) |
| Er gwaetha pawb a phopeth, . . .(X 3) |
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In spite of everyone and everything . . .(X 3) |
| Ry'n ni yma o hyd, . . .(X 2) |
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We are still here . . .(X 2) |
| Er gwaetha pawb a phopeth, . . .(X 3) |
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In spite of everyone and everything . . .(X 3) |
| Ry'n ni yma o hyd. . . .(X 2) |
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We are still here. . . .(X 2) |
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Note 1: Dic Siôn Dafydd was the name of a satirical ballad by Jac Glan-y-gors (1766-1821)
about a stereotypical Welshman who has turned his back on the Welsh language and culture, in his bid to succeed in England.
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