Your are in wrong thread with this school boy ball abuse game.
MODERATORS please remove this insult from AFL thread
ROFLMAO Tim
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We're a happy team at Hawthorn
We're the Mighty Fighting Hawks.
We love our Club, and we play to win,
Riding the bumps with a grin (at Hawthorn).
Come what may, you'll find us striving
Team work is the thing that talks,
One for all and all for one
Is the way we play at Hawthorn.
We are the Mighty Fighting Hawks.
Now then Boyos, here's a proper one for you to get your gums round hahahahaha
Mae hen wlad fy nhadau yn annwyl i mi,
Gwlad beirdd a chantorion, enwogion o fri;
Ei gwrol ryfelwyr, gwladgarwyr tra mad,
Tros ryddid collasant eu gwaed.
Gwlad, gwlad, pleidiol wyf i'm gwlad,
Tra môr yn fur
I'r bur hoffbau,
O bydded i'r heniaith barhau.
Hen Gymru fynyddig, paradwys y bardd,
Pob dyffryn, pob clogwyn, i'm golwg sydd hardd;
Trwy deimlad gwladgarol, mor swynol yw si
Ei nentydd, afonydd, i mi.
Gwlad, gwlad, pleidiol wyf i'm gwlad,
Tra môr yn fur
I'r bur hoffbau,
O bydded i'r heniaith barhau.
Os treisiodd y gelyn fy ngwlad dan ei droed,
Mae hen iaith y Gymry mor fyw ag erioed,
Ni luddiwyd yr awen gan erchyll law brad,
Na thelyn berseiniol fy ngwlad.
Gwlad, gwlad, pleidiol wyf i'm gwlad,
Tra môr yn fur
I'r bur hoffbau,
O bydded i'r heniaith barhau.
The old land of my fathers is dear to me,
A land of poets and singers, famous men of renown;
Her brave warriors, patriots,
For freedom they lost their blood.
Country, country, I pledge to my country,
While sea her wall
The pure hoffbau,
O may the old language endure.
Old mountainous Wales, paradise of the poet,
Every valley, every cliff, loveliness;
Through patriotic feeling, so charming
Its streams and rivers to me.
Country, country, I pledge to my country,
While sea her wall
The pure hoffbau,
O may the old language endure.
If the enemy oppresses my land under his foot,
The old language of the Welsh is as alive as ever,
The muse is not hindered by the hideous hand of treason,
The harp of my country survives.
Country, country, I pledge to my country,
While sea her wall
The pure hoffbau,
O may the old language endure