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Tinkerbell at 4 months, also at 8 months.

Wales Rugby


Celticpride White Gold at 1 year old.




Celticpride Maximuscle at 8 months old.
"I am the love machine! Come on you babes !"

Wales Rugby


Celticpride Rock Hard Celticpride Rock Hard
at 4 months old. at 8 months old.





Celticpride Gipsy Gold at 1 year old.




Britishpride Gold Coin at Celticpride, chilling in the snow.
Wales Rugby



Ocobo Flicker at Celticpride.


Celticpride Hoo-La-Baloo
 

 




World Champion Meriveen Rough and Ready.


Wales Rugby

Champion Meriveen Touch of Frost.




Celticpride Tallulah at 10 months.


Best puppy in Darlington Championship show.
Handled by Rob Bobbiso Kennels.
She is the litter sister to our girl Celticpride Welsh Gold.

 

 

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IWELSH NATIONAL ANTHEM
Mae Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau
The Land Of My Fathers

 

Mae Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau

The Land Of My Fathers

 
 
Mae hen wlad fy nhadau yn annwyl i mi, The land of my fathers, the land of my choice,  
Gwlad beirdd a chantorion, enwogion o fri; The land in which poets and minstrels rejoice;  
Ei gwrol ryfelwyr, gwladgarwyr tra mâd, The land whose stern warriors were true to the core,  
Tros ryddid gollasant eu gwaed. While bleeding for freedom of yore.  
 
CYTGAN CHORUS  
 
Gwlad, Gwlad, pleidiol wyf i'm gwlad. Wales! Wales! favourite land of Wales!  
Tra môr yn fur i'r bur hoff bau, While sea her wall, may naught befall  
O bydded i'r hen iaith barhau. To mar the old language of Wales.  
 
 
Hen Gymru fynyddig, paradwys y bardd, Old mountainous Cambria, the Eden of bards,  
Pob dyffryn, pob clogwyn i'm golwg sydd hardd; Each hill and each valley, excite my regards;  
Trwy deimlad gwladgarol, mor swynol yw si To the ears of her patriots how charming still seems  
Ei nentydd, afonydd i mi. The music that flows in her streams.  
 
Os treisiodd y gelyn fy ngwald tan ei droed, My country tho' crushed by a hostile array,  
Mae hen iaith y Cymry mor fyw ac erioed, The language of Cambria lives out to this day;  
Ni luddiwyd yr awen gan erchyll law brad, The muse has eluded the traitors' foul knives,  
Na thelyn berseiniol fy ngwlad. The harp of my country survives.  
 
 

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