Mae hen wlad fy nhadau yn annwyl i mi


Incidentally, some people are disconcerted by the use of a red dragon as Wales' national emblem. There is, of course, no connection with the imagery of serpents or dragons found in the Bible. Apparently the Roman legions who invaded Britain in 55 BC had a dragon insignia. After the empire's collapse the Romano-British kept the dragon emblem right down to this day.

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Liz said…
Happy St David's Day! When I was in Swansea my friends tried to teach me "Mae hen wlad..." which they wrote phonetically in English on a blackboard (what's one of those?)! I'm afraid all I've ever remembered since is "My hen Oolad" and I've often wondered why anyone had a hen called Oolad, and why the Welsh wanted to sing about it on March 1st. I appreciated the Welsh cakes and Caerphilly cheese though!
Have a good day.
Love Liz
10:03 am
Anonymous said…
And there was I thinking that the dragon had something to do with racial memories of dinoasur like animals! We live and learn!
3:17 pm
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