Rowany, in fables old you stand
Astride this mighty land,
From snow to desert sand.
In peace, in war, in rain, in sun, in song,
We sing your praise,
The heart of history.

Baronies in countless numbers swell,
And all who in them dwell
Have heard these legends tell
Of art, of skill, of warmth, of joy, of song,
We sing your praise,
The heart of history.

Long beyond this simple present day,
All else may pass away;
This cornerstone will stay,
To stand, to strive, to work, to build, to sing,
We sing your praise,
The heart of history.