作曲 : Traditional Song
 See the glare of fires like hell there,
 Tongues of flame that writhe and swell there,
 Brave men strike with full-voiced yell there,
 Forward with all might.
 Armour clashing, cries of foemen,
 Hear the chieftains urging on men,
 Thunder of the charging horsemen,
 Echo height on height.
 Afron sings forever,
 Of her might and glory,
 Wales will be as wales has been,
 So great in freedoms story.
 These fires light up the sacrafices,
 Cry of a dying welshman rises,
 In the cause of freedom's crisis,
 Bravest men must fight.
 We'll not die, be conquered never,
 Harlech, harlech lives forever,
 Freedom's from the greatest giver,
 Freedom is our good.
 See how welshmen shouting run down,
 From the mountains they do come down,
 Like a storm that strikes at sundown,
 Boil up like a flood.
 Welshmen's strength has made her,
 Freedom's strong crusader.
 Swords of welshemn have cut deep,
 The hearts of the invader.
 The sword is met by sword replying,
 Steel by steel on strength relying,
 See where gwalia's flag is flying,
 Freedom's in her blood.