Track 2669/4Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau

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My heaven-hardened heart, iron-hard will it be That my father told you, "Then born your Lord be"? He who wrote, "Who there will conquer, will trample" Was wronged, it bore no sound and died Cry, cry, cry, old boy, weep not The Lord our King will be our guide Oh, mother dear, when Christ was blind Cry, cry, cry, your winding blood From order give him a ride Oh, mother dear, when Christ was blind