BEAUTIFUL WALES.
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I know a land whose sunny shore The sea's wild waves embrace, Whose heart is full of mystic lore That flashes from its face; A land where cloud-kissed mountains are, And green and flowery vales, Where Poesy lingers like a star: That land is sunny Wales.
Wales, the wild—the beautiful, The beautiful—the free; My heart and hand are thine, O land Of magic minstrelsy.
And in this mystic land of mine What dainty maids there be, Whose faces shine with love divine, Like sunlight on the sea. The boasted fair of other climes That live in songs and tales Will never be more fair to me Than those of sunny Wales.
Wales, the wild—the beautiful, The beautiful—the free; My heart and hand are thine, O land Of magic minstrelsy.