Третью строфу Брин Тервель исполнил на валлийском языке!
When Britain first, at Heaven's command Arose from out the azure main; This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sang this strain: \"Rule, Britannia! rule the waves: \"Britons never shall be slaves.\"
Still more majestic shalt thou rise, More dreadful, from each foreign stroke; As the loud blast that tears the skies, Serves but to root thy native oak. \"Rule, Britannia! rule the waves: \"Britons never shall be slaves.\"
A Phrydain gododd ar alwad nef A chodi fu o'r tonnau câs Hwn oedd y siarter, y siarter drwy'r holl wlad, A hon yw cân yr engyl glan. \"Rule, Britannia! rule the waves: \"Britons never shall be slaves.\"
The Muses still with Freedom found Shall to thy happy coast repair; Blest isle with matchless, with matchless beauty crown'd, And manly hearts to guard the fair. \"Rule, Britannia! rule the waves: \"Britons never shall be slaves.\"