Land of my Fathers, O land of the free,
A land of poets and minstrels, famed men.
Her brave warriors, patriots much blessed,
It was for freedom that they lost their blood.
Wales! Wales!
I am devoted to my country.
So long as the sea is a wall to this fair beautiful land,
May the anchient language remain.
Now THAT'S a national anthem. Poets and minstrels, famed men spilling blood for freedom. You lot just simper insipidly about a sour-faced old cow being saved by a ficticious being.
This chasm of class and style between us can be extended to virtually every area of life. The Welsh are passionate to the marrow, funny, interesting, and vibrant. You lot are beige to the bone, cursed with an inherent superiority complex passed down from cunts with guns. But you've got ABSOLUTELY fuck all to feel superior about with us. Quite the opposite. Having an Englishman try to belittle my country and countrymen and women is exactly like hearing a rag gloat about glories gone - the misplaced arrogance towards a soulless institution is identical. You are national rags to us.
So make your predictable jokes about sheep. We don't hate you - we simply roll our eyes and pity the simplistic ignorance like we're watching a 1970s Jim Davidson tape. Then we go off and fuck in the valleys.
Wales is a stunningly beautiful country. The people are even better. Who do you think you're trying to mock? You're simply not worthy to do so.
Take a good look at your own country - a land of Clarksons and tepid tea - then shut your fucking mouths.